Korlen and the others listen intently to Benji as he expertly informs them how their numbers as-is are inadequate for the task. When the Stranger is done, Korlen orders the captain "Send for three more squads from the barracks, immediately. And inform the Red Shield, they are needed at His Majesty's side."
The captain nods his understanding and salutes before going off to fulfill those orders. Korlen now addresses the squad present point at all hight points around the plaza. "This squad will patrol this plaza. I want to stand, up there-" He points up at the government building at the center of the plaza "-and look out, and see in all these open windows one of you on patrol."
The squad gives their salute "Yes, sir!"
"Onward, to your calling." Korlen says to them and the squad disperses in pairs to begin patrolling the immediate area of the plaza. Korlen speaks to Benji, but keeps surveying plaza. "Myself, you, and Red Shield will be beside the Royal Family. Anne will be down here, and I will ask her to catch and hold any who may try to attack from below in the crowd." He scoffs "Assuming she will follow orders, of course."
Meanwhile, speaking of the redheaded devil herself...
Anne enters Old Abe's Tavern all smiles, swinging the small bag of money from her index finger and the leather rope which ties it closed. There are only four in the tavern at this hour, one of them being the bartender who knows somehow that this woman is not like his usual clientele. Anne hops onto a stool, nearly making it buckle with the force she unintenionally puts on it out of sheer excitement, slaps down the bag.
"What'll this get me?" She asks putting down the bag. The bartender comes over, opens the bag, and say "Hmmm. A scoundrel would lie, tell ya this is worth a bottle." The bartender is an elderly white haired man who looks like St. Nicholas. "But I ain't no scoundrel." He points with his thumb behind him at the door maked 'Storage Chamber' and says "I got a few large pine boxes of drink back there. Most are worth about his much, and one is yours for the taking if ya like for all this." He jingles the bag.
Anne cannot belive her luck. She almost wants to ask the bartender to repeat himself, but when it comes to booze she hears it clearly without fail. "Aye, people in York sure are friendly" She states grinning ear to ear.
The bartender lets her into the storage chamber then, and Anne is truly having a hard time choosing. There are, as promised, several pine boxes about the size of an adult human coffin here. They're labeled on the sides to be read, but not knowing what 'Orc's Nectar' or other names mean she's at a loss for which to choose. "Hmmmmm....choices choices.." Anne muses aloud as she stands in the middle of the chamber weighing her options.