"We follow where Lord Arha leads," another supplies, and if he seems to struggle with his loyalties, the brief raise of weapons across the fire-side to a communal chant says otherwise. They were loyal before, stand loyal now. Nothing has changed for them. "His way is our way, his march is our march. He means to have a bride, then we break our feet and run our boots thin til he has her, eh, boys?"

The whistling and approving nods stoke hot around the group.