"Fog?" The sergeant said. He was already a pale, half-dead looking kind of guy, but hearing that made him go a little paler and a little more dead looking. "Reckon you'd best step inside. We ain't had Mist-taken since, my Gran were a lass." He pointed at the boys. "Let 'em through, lads. If'n the Lord Above wants them here ain't much the likes of us can do to stop them."

Lily didn't feel much like contesting that point - they had equal numbers and quite frankly she had a feeling she could take on all of them single-handedly without a fight. These were stableboys, not soldiers. 

The Sergeant led them inside as the Boy-Soldiers stepped aside, watching them past before going back to generally lying about, chattering amongst themselves. The Sergeant shook his head. "It weren't so long ago that we had men of iron guarding those gates, and boys like that would've been doing what boys that age should be, properly apprenticed or chasing gals, or whatever you young folk do." He glanced at the younger members of the group. "Beggin' your pardon, of course."

"Falstaff's the city. County of Fairhaven. Course, ain't so fair these days...ain't much of a haven, neither."