But even as they called for him, the man that they called Lord Feltan did not emerge. Vol knew that he wasn't a Lord in title truly, but that was what the townspeople seemed to insist on calling him, for all the good it did them. The soldiers turned away uncomfortably, as the townspeople attempted to coerce them into action. The villagers did not seem to realize the bloodshed that would befall their castle if any were to move against Blackbeard's group of fifty raiders.
That number of three hundred could have easily been halved by the end of it, if they were lucky. And there was no telling what Blackbeard himself could truly do, if the situation demanded it. Vol had only seen him run when the going grew questionable, but if one were to take anything from his level, then he could enact considerable damage if he wished to.
