The soldiers are now all seated on the ground, hands tied behind their backs. All their helmets are gone, leaving just the cowls they wore underneath. Captain Mirric, still marked by the dark cape he's wearing, glowers furiously at the rebel carrying the hoe. The rebel leans over and yanks Mirric's head towards him, smirking in a nasty way. "Hey! Stop it!" Cyrward is there, and Wil watches as the rebel lets go, somewhat reluctantly. "That's not the deal!" Cyrward says. Mirric glares at Cyrward, then switches his malevolence to Wil, who flinches and hurries after his cousin. "Cyrward, I don't understand -" "Right, time to get moving!"