Ezmerelda nods.
"That's how it usually works. Some old campaigner goes against his old lord, any number of reasons why, and goes stirring up the youth with wild talk of putting down the tyrant...then when they're all fired up he'll say, 'oh but first, we need some coin so we can arm ourselves...' so you steal some gold from whomever you must. Then it's, 'now we can attack! but first, we'll need...' And before long, the noble revolution is just a pack of..."
She notices Hiccup's distress and stops herself. "Well. Anyway. We'll need to know where the 'Stag Lord' makes camp."