"It was Ser Rath's decision to push further inland, my lords, his and Ser Maul's. Sir Rossmond agreed too If I recalle well and offered his men promptly. They thought the pickings would be easy," the knight said, his voice straining. He attempted a low bow before the gathered princes, but his body betrayed him. His shoulder, wrapped in thick linen, winced as a hint of fresh red bloomed at the movement.
"No need to harm yourself further, Ser" Nibadur mouthed, the blue streak in his eyes following the knight, his tone measured and not unkind. "Your blood has paid enough for one day. Just tell us, plainly and clearly, what happened out there."
