Lilandra scowls at the guard as he calms them vagrants, crushing the pitcher in her hands, "No, we're not soldiers, but it seemed to me like we were the onlt things from stopping this slum of a town from being wiped off the face of the earth. And only utter fools would stay and sacrifice their lives, for material possesions. A home is where your memories lie, and no one can take those from you. Hmph, stupid bipeds." She grumbles, drying her hand on her shirt.