People were dying, people were scared, and in the rare case of Bethen... People were fascinated. Unsurprising to the few that know him, Savio is silent on his own experiences with the Dragon, watching the dead carted out without a shred of passion within his eyes. The only change in his demeanor is the fact that he holds his breath when he watches the dwarven women drink... As well as the female knight. The breath was exhaled gently for those that survived, the knight that did not, he merely snorted.
Soon, Alistair delivers his speech, clearly meant to inspire those that remain the traumatic time of the Joining. Words meant to stir those that were somehow were able to withstand what so many cannot. The Crow listens calmly to the Warden-Commander’s words does what many doubt he would do without threat of death; to stand tall and repeat the motion shown to him, returning the respect given to him. While Savio’s face is still pale and he almost bowls over from the bow, he continues to stand as he speaks once more, though without the bravado and machismo that he once carried in his speech and swagger.
With eyes cast downward, the killer requests, "Warden-Commander, permission to speak a few words... If you do not grant such due to my past outburst, I more than understand and will leave quietly."