He glanced at his warriors and the situation they were in. Clearly, something wrong had happened for this to play out this way. However, studying them helped him little in understanding the pretext. Finally, the one named Rain explained, and Maska nodded abruptly, suddenly impatient. Why'd they called him here if it was such a simple matter? Well, the regular mbers were injured, apparently. He sighed at them and took a moment's thought. "Well, we can't have anyone killing my Guardians, can we?" he asked, looking to Rain as he did. "What a simple matter - Rain, Thel, could you not have settled this yourselves?" He glanced one more time at the prisoners. "Allow them treatment from the medicine storages and send them on their way. Assassins are not welcome here, but I shall be merciful. This time." While having given this order, he waited, still, for their execution of it. Clearly, the two members were in the wrong, and should consider themselves lucky to be gifted life in this way.