Gildras narrows his eyes in annoyance as Valcus' tone becomes accusatory, but he remains silent as the man says his piece. After pondering the words for a moment, he finally responds, "Very well. I may not fully trust these performers, but you and yours are another matter. If you believe they are not a threat, but indeed a boon to your cause, then so be it."
The man turns to return to his post, before quickly turning back once more to face his fellow knight. "And do know that not all are of the same mind as the Warden. I may serve the man but I am not him, and don't think for a moment that I am as convinced of the necessity of his deceptions as he is. Something to keep in mind when addressing others in service of their lieges in the future, friend," he says, his words a stern expression of his offense to some of Valcus' own.
His own piece said, the man continues his march back to his post, motioning for the others manning the gates to raise the portcullis. From there the group is free to make their way back to their awaiting masses outside. A couple hours have passed since the group made their way in, and it is clear that the sight of you emerging safely from the city walls is a relief to many, chief of all Mayor Beasley.
"And the triumphant return. Or not so triumphant, I take it?" the man replies, as he spots the portcullis once more lowering in the distance. "And you've brought others with you, I see. I must say, a small part of me worried you'd encounter difficulties leaving me in charge of this... mob. Can't say I was relishing the thought."
