Devaguea snorted, having not bothered to bring the head. Too tempting to chew on, and the smell would start turning stomachs after a few days; the helm was proof enough. "Of course it needs protection. Until I return with my proof of claim or whatever it is, the bandits are going to keep moving in. In fact, when we get to the city, if you know anyone willing to move down and help, I am going to be recruiting for just about every position imaginable."<br/><br/>Once the itenerary was set up, he thanked the others for their help, gave them five hundred gold each, and wished them well in their future endeavors. If they wanted to stay on, he would gladly accept their help, but he knew most of them weren't interested in an adventuring career, and his kingdom was going to need a lot of them. The next morning, he joined the group heading toward Brevory, ready to get his writ of lordship and faffery, so the real job could start.