If it was one thing that Caelyn could not stand, it was nobility. She remembered when they would come to Rogue on there "visits". Mainly it was a way for the kingdom to keep tabs on the town and tax them. It was funny, you laid taxes for the kings army for none of the protection. 

"Don' be worryin' your pretty little head lad, we took care of the big bad scary. You did no' even have to get dirt on those nice shiny boots of yours. I suppose this is another victory to be claimed by the king then? He did do such a nice job with those fliers." 

Irritated through her own doing, Caelyn trudged past the man without offering a bow or even a nod. Her father's quick witt and temper channeled through her in a final remark. "As the boy said it came at the cost of a whole town, thank the Lord for your fliers..."