The sight that greets him as he sprints over the threshold almost makes him vomit as he stumbles back in shock, clamping a hand over his mouth. A small group of soldiers were crowded around an unidentifiable figure, all of them stripped of their armour and only wearing their linen shifts. He was furious. He storms over, pulling the soldiers back and hollering, his voice laced with enough venom to make Satan himself cower "WHAT IN THE LORDS GOOD NAME ARE YOU KNAVE'S DOING?!"
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