"I think one thing I didn't expect was that - it was very obvious to me who you'd stand a chance of killing if you tried and who you'd need a plan for, and it was not very obvious to the people of Westcrown."

"Someone who thought he was witty once said that a mob is as Wise as its most foolish member, divided by the number of people in it. When there isn't anyone leading it... That's not entirely wrong. I think joining a mob is like drinking heavily; makes you brave and foolish, because you feel like you can't be beaten."

"I think it is a virtue, to be willing to risk everything because the world is so unjust it should not stand a day longer. ...not the only virtue, though."

"Yes, and one of those virtues tyranny tries to stamp out the hardest. It needs to be tempered with good judgment, but it's important. ...One of the noble delegates, the Countess-Heiress whose grandfather is rumored to be undead, was attacked with her retainers. Few casualties on either side, and the retainers are being raised. A number of tieflings were caught out on the streets and hung, including at least one child. There were other mobs, but the rest were just opportunists, looting or pursuing grudges which had nothing to do with you or the pamphlets."

Valia considers everyone who was trying to do the right thing her responsibility, but has no particular sympathy for the common murderers. They were not mistakenly under the impression being a common murderer was a good idea. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Are there any favors you'd like to ask of me, before I go?"

Please don't let them also hang everyone who trusted me - best obtained by shutting up.

"No, ma'am."

"Then I'll take my leave. You'll be a formidable force for Good with a few years of experience, Select Wain. I look forward to seeing it."

Valia with great effort takes it as the compliment she suspects it is intended as, instead of as more cruelty, and bows as the Archduchess leaves.

She bows back and departs.