"As far as we can tell, they came in from outside the wall," Alyssa explained in her general quiet tone. She was fairly plain looking, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and the light mail secured around her. Plain leathers and wrappings of crimson here and there marked her as Red Legion, and when she stood before Roland, she spoke plainly and quickly. She never was fond of overlong conversation. "Their ropes and hooks were found in a barrel just outside the western side. Nothing on the bodies though. Just a bunch of rag tag equipment. Other than splitting up, didn't seem like they had any real plan of attack. Likely bandits the lot of them. My guess is they saw some gold armor flying by and followed the mark."
"Thank you Alyssa," Roland nodded to her in dismissal. She saluted with her right fist over her heart and bowed her head, stepping back out toward the wall. He watched her go for a time. The bodies had been cleaned up since the attack the previous night, and likely to be burned after their equipment was salvaged.
Roland looked back toward where Alanna had left in the Healer's Chambers, and no doubt tending to her men. She was a damn good commander, her men respected her, feared her, hell - if he was any indication - even loved her when it came down to it. They would follow her to hell and back if necessary. And she'd be there to lead them right back out of it. It was a mirrored loyalty, one that he knew his Legionnaires shared.
It was an understanding that came only from those that fought in war, and even though they were enemies, for one day, one night, they were allies. And his Legionnaires treated those Mordecai with nothing short of respect.
Roland steeled himself whenever Alanna made her appearance again, and he bowed his head to her in sincerity. And faintly. Just faintly from the corner of his mouth, he grinned wryly. "Grand Master Mercer," he said.
