"Well, some of them, at least. Those friendly to Gridania stayed that way, but..." Revenald frowns, looking up towards the sky as if there's something plaguing him. After a moment or two though he shakes his head as if to cast the thought away.

"Anyway, poachers have been worse than ever, from everything we've heard. That's why they're fast tracking us to become Wailers. Every able body with a bow should be able to get in as long as they're a decent folk." Which makes him look to Kasandora, raising a brow. "Any interest? I know... there's been some issue with your people, but right now we need to stand strong as folk of the Wood more than ever. If you're looking for work..." He trails off, knowing it's not exactly his place but it can't hurt to suggest. The two in front of them are chatting away - mostly an 'anything you can do, I can do better' scenario, but from the way Threx keeps glancing back, they're listening.