After his rousing cry stirred no souls to his banner, Galen looks around a little confused. Then quietly puts his blade away and slinks back to his root beer, nursing it in silence while casting his eyes about.
"Blasted bunch of sneak-theives and scoundrels. None with the courage of their convictions. All pay lip service to the overthrow of Thrune, but none will stand and fight for it. They speak of secrecy and quiet insurrection, when everyone knows the only way to deal with a problem is head on." he says out loud, but softly and too himself.
He shakes his head, wondering where he is ever going to find an army to lead, if not here.
Mikhal sidles up next to the paladin with a rather curious smile as he continues to work on the bracelet.
"Tell me something good sir Paladin..., what good are you to a cause if you are dragged into a holding cell and never heard from again? No man or woman..." he quickly flashes a smile and a wink to Lucina, "...here has any less conviction than you do good sir. What we have, that you seem to lack, is just like what Pa used to tell me. The good sense to know when to talk, and when to keep your mouth shut. A careless word or action in this town gets you vanished. You stand up on a soapbox and start spouting that, the only thing you are going to do is drive away the people that are capable of helping you, and drawing out the fools without the sense to stand back. You had better thank Desna's stars that you have others willing to at least give you a chance to wise up."