In the Wake of Disaster || Ben Finn & Sibyl
There were few moments in her life when she actual considered the benefits of the Bowerstone Resistance, but the execution of high-ranking (and generally well-loved) military official seemed to turn the tide of the community in Albion. Then again, maybe it was just all the damned rain that had turned Sibyl's thoughts toward more pure intentions; whatever the case, it was something that a few pints could easily fix.
Genuine emotion wasn't something that Sibyl attempted to display on a regular basis, but it seemed like half of the Cock in the Crown was feeling just as bleary as Swift's former soldiers must have. Though it should have been some sort of heart-wrenching scene, Sibyl was torn somewhere between annoyance and the desire to tell each and every person in the room that they had allowed Swift to be captured. How could they be so emotional over something they could've prevented?
Then again -- as she thought more on the subject and ordered her first pint -- Sibyl supposed that real, raw emotion had no rhyme or reason. She wasn't heartless -- though perhaps she was a bit maligned -- so the idea wasn't completely foreign, but Swift had been executed nearly a week prior and it seemed as if the rest of Albion was moving on with their lives. So why was Bowerstone -- the hellish place! -- still so affected?
With little more than a scowl, she took a long drink and sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Bunch of bloody tossers," was the only thing the usually-so-wordy woman could think to say about the situation.