[Suzerain of Sheol]

The Captain's eyes flick from one member of the group to the next, noticing that none of them answer him. The slight, red-haired woman is staring at him expectantly, impatiently.

Sighing, he relents. "So you fought for your lives, and maybe saved a few more in the process. That's rare enough on its own, I suppose. Then you return, bringing chaos and destruction to my city, and launch an assault on an Alliance Armory. And now you expect me to negotiate with you? To REWARD you? A dozen of my men need funeral details now, and you're asking me to disregard what he's done? Are you serous?

"And, you." He turns to face Michael, "What business do you have bringing this group here -- a clear violation of Artificer neutrality protocols, LET ALONE arming THIS man--" he jerks a thumb toward Dante, "with a DOOMSDAY CODE?"