Sorry? Sorry? Angered by the flippancy of the comment and further incensed by his own lingering helplessness, Mortimer strained harder against his magical bonds. Feeling the power around him decaying rapidly, he experienced a fleeting moment of triumph as his limbs began to obey his commands- but too late. There was brief pain, and then darkness.
"In retrospect," Yonca commented when the deed was done, crouching demurely to pick up the documents she'd scattered when the Templar startled her, "we should have arranged for you to bring the rope down initially. Yet despite the sloppy execution, we have survived to learn from our mistakes, our goal is accomplished, and your Templar friend..." She smirked just slightly up at Desiderio. "Has in fact not been sloppily executed."
She stood again, papers gathered, and glanced impatiently at the sky just after a fat raindrop landed on her forehead. Thunder grumbled ominously.