Ponderously, Jerry eyed Alex with an eery dumbfounded look as she began on a tangent of honourable words of bravery and offered service. It was enough to confuse even him, the words seemed to blend into one and come out as a muffled murmur. He still had no idea who this woman was, although he was grateful for her eagerness, but he also found himself questioning her willing nature in accepting such the risky task without any concern or well being for herself. Again, the balding male found himself beliving that she, the man and the elf were delivered to him by the hand of the Maker, three warriors given to them in Greenvales dire time of need. Jerry was no fool, he would allow the Makers will be done.<br/><br/>A polite smile etched his lips, the mans chubby cheeks flushed brightly as the effects of her monologue still seemed to be showing its aftermath effects, to him, it was as if she spoke on their behalf despite Lyle's light hearted promise and the accused thief whom now seemed willing to join his cause. His words were no greater either as they poured from his mouth in a stuttering uncertainty.  "Uhrr, well.. yes! I mean.. I am glad to.." Jerry paused to force a loud laugh, shaking his head as he soon then bowed towards the three with a deep swing of his body, head tilted down if not aware of the lack of hair he had just displayed to them fully. "I am really really grateful, truely. Come! I shall take you to Ser Katharine. She very well may be waiting for me with a switch for not showing my face earlier than she'd like. The people need to see their mayor stand with her afterall." Scratching the back of his neck with a casual demeanor about him, a more geninue laugh is drawn from him. "Come come! I shall show you the way." A single glance was all he needed to address his wife "WIFE! Get yourself to the chantry! We're closing up!"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>As Jerry left the tavern, the bustling crowds were soon there to greet him. Men and womene alike roamed the streets as if the bandits had already fell upon them. The air felt thick and hot as he tried to keep his posture, trying not to stare too long at the boarded up homes and the evacuating civilians, friends and families he was all too aware of. These were people he had seen grow up from the moment they were birthed to now happily wed with their partners with children, now trying to flee towards the chantry with panic and despair in their eyes, the tear stained women clinging desperately to their male lovers as they began their march towards the center. All it took was a slight unknown touch for the elderly man to straighten up, turning his head to whoever brought him back from his thoughts to show his concious state, gesturing his followers to trail down the dirt trodden paths that criss crossed through Greenvale towards the center.<br/><br/>It took no more than a few minutes to reach the center, a crowd of men and the select few women stood nervously as they crowded before a glisterning woman embedded in silvery armour upon a makeshift podium at the center of the town. This was perhaps the only part of the town which was littered with pebblestones that surrounded Greenvales memorial, a simple stone statue of half armoured woman with her forearm raised halfway to bare a standing Eagle with its wings outstretched, whilst the other hand littered the ground before her with seeds upon pure green grass. Ser Katharine's podium was erected next to such a memorial, to stand with it. A symbol of harvest and warriors. Katharine looked like Andraste herself as she spoke words of encouragement down upon them, mixed with the crier's call for more men and women to help defend Greenvale. Murmurs spread about Jerry as he battled his way through the soon to be militia, words juggling between them and it took effort for Jerry not to listen as all spoken words were soaked with concern and fear. He did not blame them, for they were simple farmers folk, but he knew his people were brave. Once they see the bandits, knowing that their families depended on them for survival, may the maker be willing that they will survive past this day.<br/><br/>"You took your time... Mayor." Katharine looked to an already worn Mayor as Jerry shoved the final person away from his destination. Asking just didn't help and his final victim seemed to show little care because of it, sparing him only a glance before going back into deep debates with another next to him. The silvery woman planted a firm hand on a hip to show her impatience, leaning into it with a stare that could very well be considered yet another weapon in this womans arsenal, daggers glaring at the man. Jerry could only shudder but the Mayor of Greenvale only straightened his back, grinning like a fool. "Well it seems you have everything under control just about, I figured I could spend an hour or two teasing the wi--" Before Jerry could speak more, Katharine interrupted with light fury tainting her words "This is not a good time, Jerry. These people need to hear your voice. I can do all I can but they need their Mayor.. since their Bann has vanished on them." Jerry watched the woman as she oddly fell silent, shaking his head as if to consider a change of subject and in turn, displaying the three -champions- he had found with a large sweep of his arm.<br/><br/>"Ser Katharine, I wanted to introduce you to Greenvales leading warriors who will free us from the bandit threat! Please, make your introductions, friends" The heavy man continued to grin like an idiot, if anything could describe him now, it would be that his pride in his discoveries had certainly gotten the best of him.<br/><br/>The armoured woman only quirked a small brow, now watching Lyle, Aure and Alex with the faintest of curiousity but there were no real signs that she was impressed so far.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>