<strong>Sylria</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br/><br/>I ponder a little, watching the others in some concern.  This...this explanation of Falcovian soldiers so close was upsetting, and I shiver at the thought of what they might do to me, given what had happened before.  If the same group caught me, I doubted that they would be gentle.  I sigh and shake my head, shrugging and speaking softly. "Lillian, I think it best that we make certain that everyone is well defended, as I doubt that the soldiers will be kind enough to wait until the militia arrives.  Unless, of course, we manage to make them think that we have more soldiers than they while waiting for our own reinforcements.  That<em>might</em>make them hesitant enough to let the troops reach us.  But honestly...I don't know.  Given that they were chasing me yesterday, I doubt that they would find anything I say convincing, even if they let me speak.  In fact...I think it might be a good idea to see if there might be a bolthole in the basement or such, should things come to the worst."