[Surrender bought this man some reprieve, but not into perpetuity, so Bennet reaches over and cuffs him upon the crown of his head. It's not a particularly hard blow, meant to be more instructive than painful.]

You would do well to temper your attitude, Stratos Caelus. It will not serve you well in the days to come.

[It's more a caution than a warning, despite how the mage may take it. What follows, however...]

Nor I yours. Indeed, I was led to believe only Moors populated these lands. You say you serve in a Legion? With an Emperor? [He shakes his head, though not in abject denial.] How large is this Legion you speak of? Do they stand for or against Saladin?