Most of the other Red Shield are startled by Grimm's outburst of aggressive questions, those still in the room looking up from their work to Genessa. "Senior Orlock? Are you sure you want him along?" asks one man nearest Genessa.
"I do." Genessa answers without hesitation and stands up. "We are not a military organization Mr. Grimm. The majority of these men and women are Scribes not meant to enter combat. But that does not make them any less dedicated to our cause than Bernard, who served as a soldier in his younger years. Our Field Operatives are the ones you will be working with, and rest assured they will not run from a fight. We will be joining up with them on the way to York." Genessa speaks assuringly, confidently to Grimm, stalwart as ever in the face of his normally brash demeanor. "And you have my word, and all here as witnesses, that I promise you a portion of my family land to be yours whether I live through this, or perish before it's end." She puts a hand over her heart and looks Grimm in the eye. Then something behind Grimm catches her eye; one of the younger men, a sandy-haired one who looks to be just barely an adult is raising his hand. "You have something to say?"
"I've killed a man." The youth says bringing his hand down. He's not very confident when he says this, his eyes down somewhat, but he steps forward. "I did not like it, but it was either the wild man I came across in my family's crops, or myself. The man asked if any of us ever killed...I just wanted to answer." He says rather meekly and clears his throat nervously, then steps back against the wall.
"Hmm." Genessa looks at the young man, and then at Grimm. "I hope that satisfies you Mr. Grimm. At least one who has admitted to killing a man." She then claps her hands. "Now, to work everyone. I will go acquire and prepare our wagons. We will travel through the night, and reach York by late afternoon."
Leonidas, who has been getting the translation of the situation through Burton, watches Genessa then leave the room and presumably to guild hall as well. He says aside to Burton. "As I need you to translate, I will not burden you further for now. I will rest and awake when it is time to leave." He grabs the man's hand, and gives it a hard shake "Thank you Burton. Without you, I'd be even more lost than I am." The old king then picked a random but clear section of the wall to sit down and rest back on, arms crossed and eyes closed. In spite of the noise going about as people worked, his head soon dropped to his chin, and he even began to snore quite audibly.
In Genessa's absence crates are filled with provisions, scrolls, and weapons. Not the full stores of their pantry or the armory, but enough to feed and arm everyone present at the least. Genessa comes back in about an hour's time with Bernard at her side, who is visibly worried but stalwart. "Wagons are ready. Load the first wagons with supplies." She orders the others. Leonidas wakes at the sound of her voice, rises to his feet and yawns while running his fingers through his grizzled greying beard. He picks up his shield, and without consulting anybody exits the hall.
Outside the street is dominated by a train of eight covered wagons each with a pair of horses. People on the street and in windows look out upon them, curious about this sudden apparent exodus of Red Shield. Leonidas goes to the very last wagon, puts his shield up before climbing in and taking a seat on the bench style sides of the interior.