I know Georges," the Contessa says. "He's got a lot of respect in the capital city. I'm not sure there are many others that could chase off a mob like that."
"Then why did they try to burn down The Inn in the first place?" Adriano spits.
"When people get into a mob, they act strangely. Georges probably knows them by name, and once they saw him, they grew ashamed. Would you be able to name any of them?"
Adriano shakes his head slowly, embarrassed. "It was dark."
The Contessa sighs. "Then I'm afraid there is not much we can do at the moment. Other than try to keep the peace, and stay vigilant. Georges is a capable boss; I would follow his lead."
"Just like every other noble," Adriano mutters. He's now refusing to meet the Contessa's eyes, but there's no doubt she heard him.
Instead of pushing Adriano further, she turns toward you. "What about you? From the looks of you, I'd guess you're a fresh squire in from the countryside. Any thoughts on how we can make our kingdom safer?"