Faolan ducks his head slightly at that. No, no one else was volunteering. And why would they be, he wonders to himself. He half wonders why Lancelot himself even bothers with him, knowing how he exasperates the other man at times, with the way he is.

"A trial would certainly give them enough time to realize what a poor decision they're making," he notes. He reaches forward, idly tracing a line on the table before him with his fingertip. "Perhaps I should be grateful that you never truly got a trial yourself. That you were just thrown into the thick of it."