Magnus chuckled amused at the sight of the squirming three hellraisers when two riders approached.
"We succeeded my lord" the first man said saluting by slamming a fist on his platemail covered chest.
"Good... round up the prisoners, get them to camp" he said. "And send a party of thirty to check the tower. Let Krakan oversee it all. As always thieves are executed... remind the men. We divide the spoils fair and square" he looked up at the Tower. "Though i'm tempted to keep the Tower as a headquarters" he said "It may be best to head of once we recovered the riches and tools of use" he said. Than looked back at Lady Shawn who he could see swung over a horse, her legs kicking. "Our employer just needs questions answered and information gathered anyway".
Turning his horse, he rejoined the group which headed back to camp.
Lady Shawn was cast on a furry blanket on the floor of the Commander's tent and left there to await her future fate. Magnus meanwhile shared wine with his men, to increase morale and than passed by the captured handmaidens. As promised he had let the traitor leave unscathed, untouched and even gave her a backpack with food and a small purse of gold to start anew. Magnus was a man of his word.
The speed with which she left indicated the shame the handmaiden had experienced when feeling the stares of her comrades. Understandable. She might try something yet but it was unlikely and a word was a word.
One woman stood tall and proud among the rest. The captain Andrea was attached to a pole, hands cuffed overhead, ankles chained to it also ensuring she barely could move.
Coming face to face with her, he exchanged looks in complete silent, curious at how she'd react.
