"We can't aid you beyond our abilities, and my journey is one of faith, healing, and assistance. But I have to agree with Marcon. We can't hold hold this town against an orc horde, no matter its size."
Tortetarte recalls the breach of the keep. Rubbing the bruising on his forehead, "And we've seen the keep, it won't hold for too long, and there's only so long rations will hold out." "My apologies, but my vote is with Marcon on this. We find the towns folk, you can assist us with that if you like, and prove yourself to them, that you deserve to lead them."