Zephyr listened to the woman, and frowned at the way she spoke about there not being any officials here that could take care of it.<em>Why the hell not!</em>He thought rashly, thinking that Abalon was going to let this village fall prey to the goblin horde just as they had abandoned the frontier when the dwarves fell. They had promised that the frontier would be safe, that the dwarves and Abalon would make it so that the frontier would eventually become part of the country.<br/><br/>His youthful emotions played out on his features, before he reigned them in.<strong>"Is the mayor corrupt?"</strong>His question was simple, and matter of fact. His brother had always chastised him for being too strait forward at times, always cutting strait to the chase if he could manage it. It was then he thought on her family once more, as he looked upon the woman curiously.<strong>"Your surname is Stellar? Isn't that the merchant family that supplied the frontier a decade back?"</strong>He asked, his own curiosity coming out, even as his mind wrapped around possible stop gap measures to get the people a more steady supply of food.