Aleigh pauses, considering. That speaks to him far more than she knows; he likes killing Templars. After a moment he shrugs. "I'll think about it and be in touch." With a waggle of his fingers goodbye, he summons ice and fire and creates a mist right around him that he slips away in.

Kian takes the flask, sniffs it, and his eyes water. After a tentative sniff, he's coughing as well... but that doesn't mean he's not trying it a second time because he's had an abysmal day. The second is enough, though. He closes the flask.

Vidal breathes out, nodding. There's the noise of people gathering outside and she takes another breath, steeling herself. "They don't... They don't know what's going on. They know we had prisoners, but they trusted that we had reasons for it. They didn't know who. I'll... I'll talk to anyone gathering out there? Unless one of you," she looks down, "thought you would be better talking to them." The village isn't large, but it doesn't have to be when you've got mages who can put up with crowding if it means being outside of the Circles.