"Ahh.  Yes, of course.  Well, I am afraid to say, that I have left the charge of the guard in the capable hands of Commander McMillan.  He is ... well, he is not here.  He is likely in his office, which is not far.  I cannot guarantee that he has any men to spare, but best to ask him direct."<br/><br/>"Mayor!"  A man comes running over, and whispers something in his ear.  A wide-eyed look of fear and consternation crosses his face.<br/><br/>"Pardon me a moment, if you will.  I await evidence of your successful solution to our little rat problem.  Gentlefolk."<br/><br/>He nods and walks in a hurry to where the guardsmen have drawn weapons and threaten to mow down angry but confused townsfolk in front of the quite terrified merchant.<br/><br/>Oprah shifts uncomfortably.<br/><br/>"Well.  I can take you to Commander Mcmillan's office if you wish.  I think haste is in order, however."<br/>