Taya tipped her head, acknowledging his bow. Guleria, a medium sized village that sees a good portion of trade related travel go through it. A very deep frown comes over her features when he mentions cleaning up. "How big in number are the rebels, exactly?" Part of her doesn't want to know. She might yet have to alert Marlon of the unrest happening in the north. "What do you recommend to take care of this rebel problem and to strengthen our borders? The land up north is rich in mineral and ore deposits." She left it unspoken that losing this region would be a disaster and a half. It would send ripples through out the whole nation.