You were in your throneroom of the beautiful palace you lived in. Your most trusted knights were on an important mission, and they returned. Most of them went to the medbay, and wilbur came and kneeled in front of you, his sword out in front of him, his hands both on the handle of the sword. “Your majesty, the mission was successful, but we have lost a few.” He says shamefully, as he is expecting you to scold him or he could have prevented their deaths. He was very compassionate.