Sigvald paid close attention to what the lady was saying. Yet the only real thought going through his head was if commander Vorsen would approve of this. "Blazes..." he thought to himself "I really should ask for approval from the commander. If something goes wrong whilst I'm out there, they will need to why." the thought finished, a strange sense of responsibility slapped him in the face as he snapped back to reality. Not even hearing the last words of the shaman. He tried to focus his ears for only a moment on the conversation happening behind him. A commander, guard and a pheasant, it sounded almost like a joke.
"Why won't you give us weapons!" spoke the pheasant, his face contorted into a strange expression of complete bafflement and anger.
"We simply don't have enough swords and maces to go around! Besides, you already have weapons." the guard stated, sounding as if it wasn't his first time saying it.
"Pitchforks and axes meant for cutting firewood aren't weapons!"
"Enough, both of you!" Vorsen stated firmly, his gaze shifting towards the guard "To me, it seems very strange that the armory has nearly no weapons in reserve. A city as big as this has no excuse for such a thing." he barked out, Sigvald half-expected the guard to whimper back.
The thought of interrupting that conversation made his feel dirty. But it wasn't like he had a choice. Well, he did -- but he didn't like the alternative. "All of this sounds good, but I must ask permission from Vorsen. It will take but a moment." he said as he walked out on her, in an almost rude manner, but not quite.
Sigvald slowly approached the three as they argued, stopping right next to Vorsen. "Sir, I come to you asking permission to retrieve supplies near Abebubin. I believe these supplies will aid us in this fight, or even help the sick and hungry. If possible, I will also be taking the shaman as a guide."