Grunting an acknowledgement, there was nothing about what they did that wasn't unsettling. Being a Crusader was a gory, gruesome calling. If Ahayla did not want this life, then she would not be here.
"Crusaders do not fight with a bow. Our traditional weapon is the flail," she reminded her apprentice. "If a bow suits you more, perhaps the calling of a demon hunter would suit you more?" she suggested without any malice.
Trudging through the desert, Allura was back to slowly cooking in her armor. How she hated deserts and warm places. Reassured that they were going the right way by her apprentice, there was no need to stay more.
"When we return, do not speak of what happened. With no survivors and any evidence burned by the fire, they shall be left guessing as to what happened."