As the seconds ticked by, Lyle wasn't sure if Jerry had bought the explanations that had been thrown at him when it came to the elf.  He didn't exactly look<i>calm</i>but on the other hand he wasn't brandishing any weapons so the archer thought that, that was a good sign.  It was only when the tavern master did reach out and take the purse from Alex, however, that Lyle was able to breathe easy.  Despite the appearance of and words that Jerry spoke next to make it appear as if he was still undecided, Lyle knew that they were empty; he already took the purse so, to the archer, he considered that a done deal.<br/><br/>"Well, good to see that that's over with..." Lyle started before Jerry suddenly spoke again, causing the archer to trail off.<br/><br/><i>"Fight for Greenvale... I beg of you... Save my wife, my friends."</i><br/><br/><i>Shiiiiiit...</i><br/><br/>Lyle shifted uncomfortably at that upon getting yet another lecture as to why he should fight for Greenvale.  No, Lyle had no intention of sticking around and facing off against a bandit army but that didn't make the situation that these people were in any less...ugly.  Yes, Lyle felt bad for whoever may end up sticking around to fight off those bandits but was it wrong to focus on your own life instead of the lives of others that were probably going to get killed off anyway?  No sense in adding another casualty that could be avoided even if the fact that it was his own may cause people to look down on him.<br/><br/>Or make you look down at yourself for that matter.<br/><br/>"...I can't make any promises," Lyle finally replied and left it at that.  Outright lying would've probably been better but the archer just couldn't bring himself to do even that; he was already feeling bad enough as it was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>