"What? No, no, this must just be... ah, a simple misunderstanding. I'm sure I can go out and, ahh, settle this right away," the lord said, obviously sweating. If no one tries to stop him, he scurries out the front door of the manner... and returns a few moments later, with several tears in his clothing, an arrow still hanging from his jacket. "Ahh, that... that did not work... as intended. I could... ahh, use some help, perhaps? Defending ym lands from these... barbarians? Yes, barbarians!"