[Suzerain of Sheol]

Still standing outside with the others, Shealtiel looks at them quizzically. "Is anyone inclined to follow that act? I thought not. Michael does raise a salient question, however. If the commander of this garrison has any sense, he may agree to bargain with us just to get us out of his city. Or... he could call Saint Acacias to deal with us once more. What sort of man do you think he is, Michael?"

He scrutinizes the young man, still suffering from the effects of the forced healing. "And also, if you take objection to me saving your life, do say so. Diplomacy didn't seem to be getting you very far back there. And as I told you yesterday, my methods of salvation can seem unpalatable to others." His eyes dart over to Jeanne then back to the Artificer.