[ there was true concern in Siegfried's eyes as he made a slight start, cursing himself for not being entirely with it after this sudden transportation here after the Storm had hit their world. That it affected him deeply went without saying; that it had interfered with his abilities was something else entirely. He stayed still, knees on the ground in supplication just as the Wyver soldiers had demanded. ]

We do have something to say. Should you not treat your prisoners better? You are clearly the victor in this battle and there is little to be gained by picking on the lost. [ although if he does one more tug on Lancelot's hair, Siegfried may have something else to say to the man. Which he will say with a nice headbutt to the other man's solar plexus. ]