Edmund was panting and gasping when he closed in on the others, furious at himself for missing the action. It was his one shot, ONE SHOT to make a good first impression, and he was beaten out in rescuing the dancer AND the manor, by the same woman he was trying to impress! Could this possibly get any worse?<br/><br/>Apparently, yes, when the soldier started shouting towards another group of mercenaries. Seeing that several arrows were now pointing in their direction, Edmund fumbled, a black glow forming in his hand, ready to fight back, although clearly alarmed. "Everyone, just calm down--c, calm down!" he called out, trying to get the attention of both parties. "We were all fighting the same guys, right? Let's just put the weapons down and shake some hands, okay?"