Arda of Josdon
Marten was quick to observe the odd choice of sending more troops to recover the party that had been dispatched before. To Arda, it was a matter of not sending another Roscaelite into danger senselessly. Marten was, as the captain perceived, under her protection. She valued the political bond between her kingdom and Marten's, and if his people were killed in Lakar, she feared it would damage relations. "I am not sending you into a situation where I cannot predict the outcome, sir," explained Arda. "I apologize if that sounds irrational. This position is easily defensible, and we avoid the risk of you being ambushed. I want at least one of your people to stay alive in this endeavor." There was a coldness in her voice as she spoke. Despite her love of country, it seemed cruel to send low-ranking soldiers to their potential deaths.
It was never an easy thing to do, but Arda felt that leadership demanded such things.
The guards were doubly stunned at Aurel's magic tricks. They let out terrified screams as one was constrained by ivy. Neither of them were ready to deal with a mage, despite guarding the chambers of the arch wizard herself. Silence fell upon both in the moment that the sword was shattered from the freezing temperatures.
"Uhh..." the other guard stammered. "I-I guess I'll take you to see His Majesty. F-follow me..." he ushered Aurel to accompany him to the king's throne room, but not before flashing a terrified glance at Esmae, as if begging for her help in dealing with this potential menace.