Surprising. Aorle had expected Thetta to be the one to object to Snyde receiving a swift death. Instead, it seemed Julen held an understandable desire for revenge beyond the defeat and destruction of his victimiser. No matter how foul and deserving of agony Snyde was, Julen deserved better than to cheapen himself by indulging in so similar malice and cruelty. Silently, the Shining One offered a prayer of thanks that his best friend would be spared the stain of such a deed upon his soul.
"Aye my friend. 'Tis no act of mercy I speak of. 'Twill be a violent death we bring Snyde, sparing no wrath nor pain. Any attempts to torment him further compromises the aim of destroying him and ending his evil." After a moment of internal deliberation, he nodded. There was another reason. "More than that, the refugees have heard of enough acts of deliberate cruelty done by Snyde and his ilk, that is what kept them living in fear, they need not hear of any such acts by us. 'Twould only undermine the promise of safety we offer." There was good reason, he was not being uncaring of the man's plight.
So far, they had the means to find the villain. The building used for the ambush was one which Snyde would otherwise return to. This was good, this was a further target they could use. Every advantage was welcome against an enemy. Thetta's news was even better. "Thank you, Thetta, good idea. And good work on bringing them both to safety. Best we hear of every such place Jennifer knows of. If we cannot find Snyde himself, we kill his thugs by the score and destroy his tainted business. One way or another, we will bring him down!" On this he assured them, no place where such wickedness came to pass would be left standing were it within his power to unmake it. And with the Maker of Rubble by his side, there were frightening possibilities in that direction.
"We will train with the attacking unit for tomorrow against the defending group, so we are more accustomed to who will be at our sides for the next fight. Julen, if you can remember the layout of some of the area, we can arrange furniture or the crates to mimic the conditions we expect to fight in." Details, these were how battles were won and lost. Battle was all about claiming every advantage, and creating several in advance was just common sense. Preparations were how armsmen survived combat, and so preparations would be made.
Once Jenny had been brought, Aorle bowed at her approach. "Greetings, my lady. May I call you Jennifer? I am Aorle Kar, pleased to meet you. May I ask for your knowledge on something?" To call her 'Jenny' when having only just met seemed presumptuous to the point of disrespectful, better to wait for her invitation before crossing that line.
"Um... yes, my lord." She seemed very confused at something, although nodded, and seemed to avert her gaze.
"My thanks, and there is no need to call me lord. As Thetta may have informed you, we plan to destroy Snyde on the morrow, so he is no longer a threat to your family or anyone else. I understand you know where to find several of his businesses, places we might find him. Will you direct us to them?"
Jenny nodded, trying not to meet Aorle's gaze, uttering ,"Sir," in her response. Much to his annoyance, but he did not press the fact.
So, a series of questions were asked about the varying places of business. Landmarks, distinguishing features, how to identify them, what he keeps there and what times they are most active. Eventually, enough detail had been gathered to find those places without bringing her along. Again, a fact that she was grateful for, and Aorle was grateful not to be bringing a civilian into a potential crossfire.
"Thank you, Jennifer, you have been very helpful." stated Aorle.
During this time, Hatton returned, to receive a concise update from the Aetheling, who greeted him with a simple nod. "On the morrow, Hatton, I will be leading an attack against a glorified thug who mistreats women for his profit. You will stay here with the others, I need warriors to defend this compound."
"But Lord, I should go with you. This is a foe I should fight." This sounded like a dishonorable cur to Hatton's ears, a true threat. The kind a Crown Squire, backed by holy sanctity and the obligation of honor, was bound to slay to bring glory to the Sacred Order. Women should fear not from such filth - a disgrace to the natural order, a standing pillar of deceit which only lent itself to the destruction of common society. Such a slight could not stand.
"No, Hatton." Rather than stress the importance of protecting the compound, which while true, was not the real reason for this decision, Aorle was more direct. "You are new. Better to give you time to adjust to this warband before leading you into battle."
"My lord, I was on the verge of knighthood when my master fell. I am one of your best fighters." In this, he was simply eager to serve his new lord. As was his place, his duty.
Aorle shook his head. "All of my warriors are very skilled. For this task I bring those longer in my service." Considering the matter closed, he focused on all else present, including Jenny. "Ought that needs doing, now is the time." Hardly a dismissal, but sharing the initiative. Not all decisions required his command.