"Rest easy, Caedith. Now that I'm here I won't allow anyone to harm nor disrespect you in the future."

"Caedith, if we fight this person right now you will die."

"Rest easy, Caedith. Now that..."

"I can't allow you to harm yourself either. Please, I promise I will make him pay, but right now we have to endure."

"How?"
"He must have hidden them."
"Where are they?"
While Kaede was regaining his composure, his five opponents were thoroughly rummaging through his belongings, finding no shortage of herbs and mushrooms.
"As I've been trying to tell you from the beginning: I don't know of any artifact. Your three goons tried to rob me, so I knocked them down before they could raise a finger. I had no idea people so questionable would be carrying anything of value."
Vosphel did not look enraged, thus it was confusing to parse why would he unceremoniously draw his sword and amputate Kaede's forearm. Kaede felt no pain whatsoever, but Caedith was raging like a chunk of magma dropped into a bucket of water. At that point the hall was so crowded people from the back rows began jumping to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

"Where are the artifacts?"
"I don't know."
"Lord Vosphel, perhaps he really doesn't..." the noble slashed the girl's left leg for daring to speak. Because she was in the Marrow Washing Stage, she bled much more profusely than Kaede, suppressing a cry in fear of what that might prompt. Her companions noticeably sneered, presumably behaviourizing their hope she would give in to the pain and inconvenience the noble again so that he could further display his authority through violence.
"Would you mind refraining from bloodying the place?" demanded Kaede. "Someone will have to clean up this mess, and I'd wager it won't be you." The crowd was in absolute disbelief, and a bit amused at the arrogance of that F-ranker who just lost an arm. He truly was a frog at the bottom of the well, who didn't know how high the sky was. Nearly everyone was anticipating blood. On the other hand Gaell looked concerned, whether it was about the guild's reputation or his own.

"This is yours." finally declared Vosphel tossing a celadon pill at Kaede. At a glance he knew it was a Low Grade Rejuvenation Pill, and although it was the simplest treatment for restoring maimed limbs and their likes, it still was somewhat expensive. The pill bounced off his chest and fell to the ground, however only few people noticed that, as the crowd's focus was on the noble leaving with his followers. Even the girl dragged herself towards the gate, in a pitiful series of motions.

"Rest easy, Caedith. Now that I'm here I won't allow anyone to harm nor disrespect you in the future."

Caedith wasn't raging at the moment, he was urging Kaede to save the girl from bleeding out. Kaede picked the pill from the ground, and forced it into her mouth. Then he grabbed her detached leg and placed it right, which proved to be challenging for an one-armed person. That's when what looked like an iron golem stepped in to help.