Onwen collects himself and his eyes fall once more on the downed mage. A sense of rage suddenly boils up from the pit of his stomach as he goes over the incident in his mind seeing the mage and the lightening issuing forth, still feeling the pain it feeds into his anger. Onwen draws his silver dagger and stalks angrily toward the sleeping mage fully intent on cutting the mage's throat if no one intervenes.
Ignoring Fay's request, her mind in a daze after her ordeal with that lightning spell, Nyzahr has staggered away from the entrance of the warehouses and wearily approaches the first of the two magi. She heavily lets herself down next to his inanimate body and proceeds to search his belongings.
Out of Character: ; Nyzahr will search the mage #1 then keep an eye for eventual new hostiles arriving on the scene. All in all, she is struggling not to lay down right there on the ground with the rest of them.
Poljen grins at the diminutive figure before him. He stops advancing and holds his weapons away from his body but does not drop them. "Gladly! I am Poljen, of the Silver Blaze. We have come to take you all to the fort. Your captors are dead or fleeing, and will bring back more troops, no doubt. Come! We must hurry!" He turns, exposing his back, then says, "Unless you wish to stay behind."
Lia purses her lips as she thinks about the problem with the prisoners. While doing so she sees Onwen dagger in hand stalking towards the mage prisoner. " Onwen, what are you doing with that knife? Put that knife away. Surely you don't intend an unconscious prisoner harm. " She walks over towards him and the prisoner.
Onwen hears a female voice in the background but his rage prohibits him from discerning the words. His eyes remain fixed on the slumbering mage and Lia would probably have little difficulty seeing the wrath in his expression as he continues to advance intent on making the mage pay for the pain he caused Onwen.