Ravus quickly whipped out his pistol at the sound of the little statue howling and fired, taking its head clean off. "With all do respect your highness, my people aren't too kind to the guard, nor are they generally in good terms with the kingdom. We don't have the funds, nor are they soldiers, mainly thieves, palm readers, and tattoo artists. I apologize for my people, but the guard did drive them out of their encampment where they were content, now we have to defend against Hobbes, Bandits and other dark creatures by ourselves, so i wonder what exactly you will do since there has been nothing for us to trust you yet." He sighed and looked at the two others who were voicing their troubles.