<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Nodding at Giselle, Larissa looked again from her to the gathered militia. She sighed internally. Bedegar loyalist, help from home, even the aid of an orc clan were all at her back. She didn't need good folk of Graveford to risk their lives in this.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she addressed them all once again: "I assume your families and the rest of the village are already here? Good. Your place will be with them," Larissa said. "I will task you with seeing to their safety from within Castle Rend. If the unthinkable were to happen, should our lines be breached, it will be up to you to protect them." A wide, confidence grin curled her lips. "But I have no intention of yielding this castle to the likes of Pelliton or anyone else. You are in the best of hands."<br/><br/>She looked to Giselle, to see if her decision would be, if not agreeable, at least palatable.