Lady Lucille exhaled, slowly - A troubled expression on the lovely knight's features.<br/><br/>"...You might be right," she said; the behavior of the townsfolk quite confused her, to tell the truth. Surely they'd prefer that someone solved the problem for them? At this rate of attrition, the town wasn't going to be here for much longer...Even though it might already be on it's last legs. The lady Paladin had the uneasy sensation that they were even less welcome than she'd expected - And if the mob worked up the courage to come back, there might in fact be bloodshed.<br/><br/>"-I have the feeling that our 'generous hosts' may not remain that way for much longer. Perhaps the Reeve might provide an alternative - Or other accommodations." Still - She was aware that the third member of their party had slipped away, to follow the half-orcs...Usually, she frowned on subterfuge, but this was an extraordinary situation.<br/><br/>"Very well - I see the wisdom in your words. But - I believe we should wait for Azalian to return, before we take any action. Something's not quite right, here..."