<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>If some of the men in this part of realm had anything going for them, it was instantly making Larissa dislike them with but a few words. Larissa could only laugh, very loudly, at the old farmer's assertions. She approached the dias with Giselle and gave Carroc, a firm, unamused look. Her cloak still flew the colors and emblem of her house.<br/><br/>"Lady Greymantle would sooner yawn while she watched a whole line of hastily assembled militiamen break on the tusks of seasoned orcs," Larissa said. "All the money you have could not prepare the men of this village for what I fought last night, and not for lack of bravery - one of your own held himself well despite the threat presented him: an orc as big and mighty as an ogre. ...you all should be counting your blessed stars, the orcs were here for one person only. If they wanted to take your village, they could. These orcs, being of the White Tusk, the same warband that broke through the defenses of Bedegar Keep and slaughtered the Baron and his family. Do you think your militia could fend such a force off?"<br/><br/>It would be demoralizing to hear to be sure, but the whole village needed to keep its expectations in check. She paused to have her speech sink in. Larissa was far from done, but she needed to know she had the floor.