"I don't think that--" Rasovna started to say, but she relaxed into Yuna's large, pillow-like embrace. Despite the commandant's word to not worry about Grashe, it seemed like that was what the raven-haired woman seemed want to do. Tilting her head back, Rasovna looked up and smiled. "I look forward to it, ma'am."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a protest alright. The square in front of the old fort was<em>packed</em>with Shalans and their sympathizers--mostly half-elves and halflings. They crowded the fountain and the sheer din they made with their shouting. From the shouting two main could be made out: they wanted the occupation out of Alkenstar and they wanted the Shalan priests and his fellow clergymen released from the prison. Grashe and the cannon crews were in position to wheel out the big guns (and the smoke rounds) if things began to get ugly. Kovacs and her sharpshooters were on the rooftops--at least a bare-eyed Yuna would have to take their word for it, as Kovacs was a fan of cloaking herself and her fellow snipers whenever possible. A company of Rasovna's troops stood on the walls of the fort, while another company was with the lieutenant herself on the bridge connecting the fort to the plaza. They stood like a wall of stone--unmoving and without emotion in the face of the shouting crowd of angry Shalans.<br/><br/>Tolkov would be with Yuna. And the spymaster had brought with her a list of names. It was a short list, but it seemed like most of the people worth her resources to gather information on were already behind bars. "It's mostly nobodies. Friends and friends of the clergymen. Aside from dedicated attendance to masses, not much can be said about them," Tolkov has reported. The list was short, having six names of their supposed fire starters:<br/><br/>Calas<br/>Cyton<br/>Marba<br/>Ley-thryth<br/>Aldbeth<br/>Nath<br/><br/>Tolkov had listed them in the order her agents had thought of their importance. Calas was at least good friends with the priest and another of the clergymen.