text: You smell the town before you see it. A horrid combination of sewage and rotting thatch permeates the crisp December air. The town has perhaps a hundred homes at most, with most people living in farmsteads around the surrounding area.
  
  
  Normally, the town would be fairly quiet, however today is Wednesday, marketday, and the town is filled with crowds of villagers from the farthest corners of your realm.
  
  
  As your horses move through the center street, villagers hurry to make room. Some cheer, but others eye you with suspicion or even fear.
  
  
  At the center of the town, you hold up your fist and your party draws to a halt. A crowd quickly gathers, all eyes are on you. Pausing to gather your words, you address your people.
  > You say "I am truly sorry for your losses"
  You raise your hand and silence falls like a blanket over the crowd of people. Your eyes flick from face, some meet your gaze, others stare at their feet.
  
  
  "I know the losses you have experienced have hurt you all deeply, but you must remain strong. William's butchery of your loved ones cannot go unanswered, we hurt him at Hastings, and those you lost were a part of that. Do not let them die in vain! William must pay, and we will bring justice to him!"
  
  
  Your escort applauds, rattling swords on shields and roaring.
  
  
  Some of the villagers clap nervously, but others remain still; one, a young woman with a grim face raises her hand.                                                                                                                            "Why was the fyrd so undersupplied? Why was it not provided with shields?"                                          One of your men barks at her to be silent, but she snarls back, tears bead her eyes                            "I lost my husband and my son! Don't you dare tell me to be silent!"                                               She stabs her finger at you, sobbing                                                                                            "Answer me! Answer me!"                                                                                                              One of your men reaches for his sword, but you wave him off. Looking the determined young woman in the eye, you give her an answer.