Rumsey glanced around, squinting down streets as he stuck his hands in his pockets.<span style="color: green">"Well... Town still ain't lookin' in the best of shape. Don't quite seem right shippin' off wit'out a real defense, y'know? I share we at least whip these layabouts inta shape. Get 'em ready to protect 'emselves if more o' the Dark Lord's forces come stompin' 'round, and then sail off tomorrah fer a distant temple."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>