This wasn't the first life that Kate had taken. She was all too familiar with the sight of death. But this time it felt somehow...different. She'd had no choice but to strike down the man who'd threatened her comrade; And yet, that tear had planted a seed of unease within her. The feeling grew considerably when she saw the boy. What was such a youth doing in this terrible place? He looked so scared. Was he really an ally of the two who'd just attacked her? Well, even if he was, she had no intention of cutting him down. So for the second time in as many minutes, Kate attempted to talk her way out of creating a corpse.

"Please don't do anything rash. Even if your veins burn with hatred right now, I urge you to face the facts: You stand no chance in a fight against us. Attacking now would just throw your life away. If you surrender, I promise that you won't be harmed. We're not raiders, bandits or thugs. We're just travelling mercenaries, who came to this inn looking for rest. We have no idea what happened here, or why people keep trying to kill us. For your sake and ours, please just drop your weapon and talk to us."