Aiwë listens solemnly. She had thought the land south more civilized than her home, and expected to turn them into a guard of some kind. She examines Koveras' eyes for a time, meeting his gaze for likely longer than he expects without embarrassment or hurry to look away.
Well, she decides, since things are like home, they are under the laws of home. She assumes a stick-straight military posture.
"In Icewind Dale we believe in second chances, but not third. However, whether they should get either falls under your authority, my lord."
She turns to the wagon. "Thanks, D, but I got it. Hey fellas, listen up. Yeah I know you're awake, if you were still unconscious you'd be dead anyway." Aiwë lifts each man by the back of his shirt and sets them kneeling in front of Koveras. She unties their gags, then steps aside. She unsheathes her longsword and levels it just below their throats about a foot away.
"I am your executioner. This man is Koveras Anchev, agent of the Iron Throne. He is your magistrate. This is your chance to explain to him why you should be allowed to live, and what you will do with your second chance."
