Shillaadrini nods at Edmure last words. He quickly walks to Kressel, draws his sword, and swings it at her neck. He may yet lack the skill or strength to take a head in a single blow, but a couple of extra whacks ought to do it. He picks up the head by its hair and drops it by his horse, calming the animal and telling him to be easy.
He then returns and strips the armor from the body and any weapons, trinkets, or valuables, leaving the body wear it lies for the coyotes and vultures. He mumbles under his breath, ~Justice and rule of law are not the same thing. I hate Rule of Law.~
Aloud, he says,"Justice is served. What for the others, now?"