Of course, their self-proclaimed leader Black-hide strolled up to give Fen and Bartholomew a piece of his mind.
"Stop squabbling," Metallon stared at them. Ambreeze ignored him. "What's done is done, just communicate with each other next time. We're stronger together instead of trying to undo ourselves. Am I clear?"
“Sure…” Fen murmured, clearly not even listening to the towering warrior who went off anyway to boss everyone else around. While he did, the pixie kept his ears open, largely paying attention to the human and her condition.
"You know High Imperial?" she said. "I... I had no idea any beastfolk were so educated. My name is Rona - p-please, let me go!" She looked around at all of those assembled, one after another, her eyes imploring them. "I don't know anything; I'm just Lady Juno's squire - she wouldn't even let me go with her into the dungeon! I'm only good for carrying things; I'm no threat! If... if you let me go, you'll never see me again, I swear!"
“Maybe-” Ambreeze began to say, reluctantly turning from Bartholomew. He was interrupted by the appearance of a certain satyr, though.
"You hear that?" The shaman said. "She's the squire of a knight the Imperials sent into the dungeon! We've got to catch up to 'em; no time to waste on this girl. I say we kill 'er right now, so we don't have to keep lookin' back over our shoulders in case she comes after us. Or at best, tie 'er up, bash 'er on the head, and stuff 'er in that door back there - it looks like some kinda storage closet."
Driu pointed to the farthest of the three open doors on the right side of the hall. The room inside it was pitch dark, but Fen wasn’t paying attention to that. As he opened his mouth to defend Rona, though he got help from a very unexpected side.
"I say we let her live." Bartholomew snarled all of a sudden. Ambreeze stared at him, stupefied. "Your suggestions would cause us more trouble in the future. How do you think a fully trained Templar Knight would react if she found out that her squire was killed just because she might have come after us? I've seen Human revenge first hand, and I would not want to experience it."
The Beetleman outright drew his blades, and said in a dangerously quiet and cold voice: "If any of you want to kill her, you'll have to go through me. I will not let you kill a useful hostage, much less a young woman: killing an unarmed captive would only prove to the Imperials that we are monsters as they say we are."
Foxxy stepped in between the two, though, speaking calmly as the pixie still tried to gather his wits. What kind of stupid hypocrite are you?
"Come on, Barty, put the letter opener away, no one is killing anyone yet." He rested a hand on his own blade strapped to his hip. "If you ask me, we could use her. We could use her as a bargaining piece, you know? Even better, they don't have anything against us." He looked down at the squire. "They might not hand over a castle for just one of their own when we've already killed a number, but we'll take what we can get in exchange for her."
Driu continued stroking his pointed beard, and twisting it around his finger. "You have a point about the revenge issue, beetle-boy, but I don't see how the Templar knight down in the dungeons would know if we killed her. But your chivalry for the girl sure is touching after you stuck a knife in her leg. If we have to let her live, we should do like Vehoe says: Tie her up and take her with us as a hostage. You're a clever fox, Vehoe. At the very least, maybe we can send her first down suspicious passages to check for traps..."
"If you take me," said Rona the Templar Squire, with determination now in her voice… and preventing Fen from getting a word in edgewise, "then I will throw myself in front of a trap, or down a pit, rather than aid you against my master! I will choose death before captivity. So if you all truly value my life... you will let me go... Please..."
Driu threw up his hands. "You see? She's a zealot! We can't-”
A sudden clang was heard in the direction Rona was trying to go in. Ambreeze sighed, rubbing his face. “Okay, whatever, let’s just tie her up and leave her by the door. Somebody’s gonna peek in sooner or later.” He said, glancing at the girl. “Unless one of you big-horns,” he glanced at the minotaurs in the group, “want to haul her around the whole time.”
Or if someone could cook up a shrinking potion a something. Heh...