If anything, some of the "militia" seemed relieved at Larissa's words. These were farmers given swords to fend off the occasional wild animal, or help them convince a belligerent drunk to go home quietly. None of them seemed enthused to be going up against orcs.<br/><br/>The guardsman who had come to Larissa's aid the previous night was seated in the second row. He lowered his face, looking somewhat guilty at the compliment.<br/><br/>Carroc, meanwhile spluttered, clearly losing the crowd. "Y-yes, well... what do<em>you</em>propose? You did not come with the armies of Ruxvan at your back, prepared to cleanse the forest. What good are you to us, when Bedegar lies closer, better poised to give us aid?"