Despite the barking of Culture Hound, Savio merely walks toward the village center. Once there, he waits for the rest of the warriors of all sorts and stripes to return. While he doesn't partake in the final stages of the battle, the killer watches the struggle as his blood calmly and slowly pools into the ground beside him. Only as the remaining Darkspawn continue to be slaughtered does the elf allow his weapons to be placed back into their proper places... Though his injured arms does it with a slow and wobbly pace. After he puts the weapon away, he flexes his hand. "Poison. Interesting," he comments slowly before looking up to see a rather startling sight.
One of the few times that the other Warden present has caught him off guard... And seemingly her last. The look of shock is short-lived as the Warden shakes his head, watching as the woman is tended to by the Chantry. A simple nod is given as Talfryn tells him the obvious. "I presume this matter needs to be discussed in private... As soon as we have a spare moment, be prepared to give me a full report. If you need to write things down now to remember the details, please do so. If nothing else, I will need to report to my-... Err, THE Commander to let him know what is going on. For now, I have people to rally. Or try. Not much of a 'rallying' person, you know?" Savio manages a weak and almost pitiful smile, likely a vain attempt to get some sort of sympathy or even a chuckle from the knight. Regardless of his reaction, he sets his attention to the people at large.
Taking in a deep breath, Savio does not shout, but much like an actor's stage whisper, they carry to those around him with surprising effectiveness. Behold the Speech of Savio!