Senna hesitates, looking from the merchant to Fallon, responding to her knight.  "I want to help, too, but what can we do?  We have to escort the vaccines, or another town in even more trouble will face an even worse fate... until then, contacting Mister Rengard to arrange a food shipment is probably the best we can do."<br/><br/>She turns back to the merchant upon hearing his words.  "No, we are not going to war.  Right now, we're only an escort, and our employer is himself a merchant of sorts, among other things.  As I said, if we contact him, we may be able to arrange a food shipment."