[The axe slamming down into the ground is a wonderfully dramatic touch. Ardyn appreciates how utterly straightforward, commanding, and simultaneously terrifying it can be. The thief doesn’t seem to appreciate so much as it stops him squarely in his tracks.

Nowhere to run now.

Ardyn steps forward, closing the distance.]

Very good, Haru. Shall we be kind enough to escort him to the rest of the guard? Or shall we knock him out first, much like his friend?

[A thinly veiled threat.]