Helm smiles at Weel's questions. "We'll stay here for the night, then get you recruits some horses." He nods over his shoulder, indicating his men. "Kaspar, Bernlad, and Origen can help you get your bearings straight." He takes one last look at the crowd. "Well? Is that all? Only three people are willing to bring the fight to the Emperor?" He catches sight of Graeval in the crowd. "Brother Nibelung! Long have my people stood in friendship with yours! Will you let this usurper take our land from us, as the cruel clan of Bressa has taken your lands from you?"