"Yes!"
"I am willing!"
"Let the Lich go to hell!"
The crowd responded enthusiastically to Soveris' call, but Lancelot sighed softly from the side. The courage displayed by the townsfolk was certainly admirable, but under the infectious speech by the Elf, even lambs would appear fearless. When they truly face enemies ten times their number and realize their lives will soon end, how much of their current bravery will truly remain?
He would know the answer, for he had decided to stay and witness the final moments of this charming town.
'Brother.' A sudden voice echoed in Lancelot's consciousness, it was little Ishah, 'I have some words to say, can you help make my voice louder?'
Lancelot raised an eyebrow and quietly made a Dharma Decree, lightly tapping Ishah's shoulder.
