<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa lowered her voice in kind and nodded. "There's laying down your life and then there's serving them to the enemy," she said. "I think these good folk have the two confused." Looking past Giselle and then back to the innkeeper, one thing was clear: the odds of them surviving the battle were slim. Especially with the position levies took in such battles. For the Ruxvans, relying levies drawn from the common man was a last resort - people such as Graymantle called levies for what they often were: fodder. Fodder that could be turned into a functioning, tested unit. But armed as such? No, Larissa's mind was made up from the first.<br/><br/>"If an informant I had visit me is to believed," Larissa said. "The soldiers you see down helping with the fortifications won't be the only ones that will be here. The Graymantles have pissed off a good amount of Bedegar loyalists. Not to mention I'll have some other help. From home and from some new friends. Please, Giselle. The place these men, and<em>you</em>, need to be is in Gravesford. Should the unthinkable happen here, you need to be there for your families. Ruxvan will contest Graymantle vassalship of Bedegar and Gravesford may get caught in the middle of that."