"Y'know, for a brave, heroic Jarl? You certainly lead your men out there, as they died against those damned zombies." [i]Arianna interrupted the Jarl sarcastically, even in an almost hateful tone. Her hands were balled into fists, her tone laced with venomous intention.[/i] "Hiding away in your precious castle, as the true heroes sacrificed their souls for [i]you[/i]. While [i]we[/i] - foreigners - took action against them. Something that...what, you haven't done in months? Instead of taking on this menace, you've seemed to hope on hiding away, cutting their infinite numbers down in an endless cycle of death? So if you don't mind, treat my friend here with respect. Because I'll bet money that he's just as good as a leader than you'll ever be."