After-Battle Interrogation

The morning light spilled through the dusty windows of the Mistfallen Inn, illuminating the common room where Kalor and the five Knights of Silvindor waited for Cole. 

Clad in fresh black clothes generously provided by Kalor, Cole descended the creaking stairs, the rhythmic sound accompanying his presence.

In the common room, the five Knights stood alongside Kalor.

Rolan, their commander, maintained a stern expression, his arms crossed. Bora's piercing blue eyes held a flicker of curiosity, Kael seemed restless with barely contained energy, Zephyr exuded an air of calm, and Eiria maintained a fiddling demeanor.

"Already here for questioning, huh?" Cole quipped, a playful annoyance in his voice.

The Knights exchanged glances, a silent conversation unfolding among them. Rolan, the commander of the party, finally stepped forward, his voice low and measured. "Indeed, Mr. Desmond."