Nel-A: "Hm."
Kemuel took a moment to take the Ringmaster's demeanour in.
His face didn't soften, but after a moment said, "..fine. I believe your words. I am Kemuel, and my Longsword is poised above you because we actually met minutes ago, when you duped us and summoned evil to attack us. Hence my caution."
Nevertheless, silently and without taking his eyes off the fallen man, Kemuel slowly lowered his Longsword and pulled the Ringmaster to his feet.
"We won at Northbrook, and we who survived founded the Legion of the Shield. A Brotherhood devoted to finally ending the threat of the Primitives.
"Some 'thing' had power over you, so some evil clearly stalks us and wishes us ill. So tell me Ringmaster, what now?
"Summoned? Do you mean to tell me that I was using magic? I have never touched the stuff," he says, laughing, "makes me sick to my stomach. Yes, surely, there is some force of evil at work here.
"Let us return to the rest of your... guild... and plot our course of action.
"But in the mean time, I owe all of you a debt of gratitude for my rescue. How might I repay you? I have a large cache of items that might be of interest to you.
"Tell you what,
how about you each describe yourself to me in just one word, and I will do my best to match the reward to the person? Sound good?"