Despite the fatigue engendered by the multiple combats, Ianez stands straight, smiling in the light of the falling Tower. He makes a round of the party, offering bows, handclasps, or embraces. "Sandru--well struck, at the end and all through our trials. Though I was initially put off by your rough appearance, your nobility of spirit quickly became apparent. La Siréene--even after all we have been through together, I do not think I understand you, but I am in your debt (for a bow and a belt, if nothing more). Gaston--your zeal was likewise somewhat distancing, until I gained a better understanding of what it meant to be so driven. Earl Caromarc--it has been a pleasure to work with you, and we shall have to do that again sometime. Perhaps the next time might be a little calmer? Quinn--I suppose I can forgive you for being a better archer than I will ever be...if you can forgive me for being a better scholar. It was an honor to stand at your sides, and even if we never see each other again in this life, I count myself blessed beyond measure to have known you."
He grins at the twins. "And the two of you, too! At some point, Agnes, I'd like to talk to you about history...but not now. Come, let's go meet the people we've saved."
Ianez nods at the offer. "Of course I will. I have a debt to pay, to one who returned at the end to aid us."