"Are you all out of your minds!"
That was the first thing Sharien roared after meeting the Lower Order Holy Knight Kulin. She seethed with rage as she took in the twenty or so Holy Knights, ten or so lower-level professionals mixed with players, and seven or eight visibly strong civilians. Pointing at the unfortunate souls in front of her, she bellowed, "Are you tired of living? With over a hundred knights, I barely feel confident in protecting those dozens of civilians behind us. And you?! Bunch of losers daring to strut along with hardly fifty men guarding over a hundred refugees! And you even took the main road! You've got regular folks in your escort party! Has your knights' spirit gone to crap?! Got shit for brains?!"
