Horon took Koe's offered hand and lurched to his feet - it was a dangerous thing, all creaking metal and old groans and lack of balance. When the knight did manage to get his legs beneath him, he clutched the helmet in front of him at Vedette's reaction. Almost like a schoolboy who was afraid he'd offended somehow. Koe did not think Horon would be looking for their blood or their scales. In fact, he seemed awed. It did not answer the question of how he did what he did. It did not even being to address the question of the warlock, who despite concerned glances from Koe had not returned yet. Perhaps she was gone. Yet now people were approaching, and Horon's ashen face took in their concern for their protector.
"I would never betray you," he told Vedette with wide eyes. "But we must... we must talk. Mirram's inn will do fine."
Koe wanted to mention that Mirram had nearly menaced him with her broom, and that out of respect for the good lady he would not impose. But Horon was already limping down the street - someone was gathering a group to hoist Horon's dead mount onto a wagon. Others were assessing the damage with grim-faced determination. Support beams damaged or destroyed. One house half-collapsed. Shattered windows, burning wood, thick black smoke rising up from the remnants of the day. Koe did not want to ask just then what was happening. He merely offered Vedette his arm - and when she took it he started out.
Down the street they went, parading behind the obviously injured Horon like a pair of conquering heroes. The sensation he felt as the citizens of this village eyed him was uncomfortable to say the least. How could something like this have gone on for so long with no one here to help them? And what exactly had they gotten themselves into? Horon seemed to have an idea. And now it was Koe who was the schoolboy, eager to know, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet instead of walking forward when Horon had to stop for an instant. Mirram was standing outside of her inn, clutching one of the posts on her lovely untouched porch, face a mixture of concern and loathing.
The loathing must have been for them.
"Have you ever seen the like?" Koe asked Vedette in a near-whisper.
There was more than one answer to that question, he knew.