[IRP] The Highest Spire

[Andy]

"Well, that happened fast," Ambrose observed, bemusedly looking on at the brawl in the cathedral. He brought himself back to awareness and scowled. The bowman that had shot at him was grappling with another guard, their poorly-dyed leather pauldrons telling him nothing of their actual thoughts. The archer was a poor shot, or at least that one had been, and the arrow could have gone either to him or the other guard that had asked who he thought he was. That man had had his throat collapsed by his sword's pommel.

He saw an opening. The brawlers, busily beating each other, were focused upon themselves. Half of the church was full, the center aisle was clear, and the other half was empty. "Come on. We can draw them away from each other," Ambrose said to the other two. As the trio began to move, the Bernese mercenary examined his companions. Roland had thrown his lot in with him in rebellion against the Lycian Empire to try and win the heart of a cousin of the Emperor's. Ambrose was thankful for that, and hoped he would no be turned from his purpose. This girl in armor and bearing a sword and a tome would be useful, too, assuming that they could all leave this little place alive.