The alarm bells meant something different for Thovren than they did for the other youths of the village. This was the first time the bell tolled since he became a member of the militia himself and he didn't know whether to be excited for the prospect of proving himself alongside his fellows. Or terrified that something was threatening the village and the lives of its inhabitants. 
"Gowran I have to go!" he shouted and dropped the shovel full of ore that he was working into the furnace for the overnight smelting. On his way out the door he rant to the wall where his Crossbow and case of bolt was propped up and waiting for him. He tied off the ammunition sash around his waist so the bolts were held at easy access around his thigh. He picked up the crossbow and nearly tripped in his haste to get going. Managing to catch himself and save his face from an unfortunate planting and the resulting mouthful of dirt, he tear-assed his way to the center of town. 
When he arrived he noticed several of the militia were buckling on leather chest pieces, shin guards, bracers. Others were just making sure they had their swords at their hips. Thovren's father saw his son but he wasn't relieved by this. "Go find your mother!" he shouted at his boy. For all the training he was still young and like hell he was going to risk him just for this matter. There were enough militia around here that they didn't need one extra. "Find her and make sure she's safe!" maybe if me made it sound like a sensible order his boy would comply. 
"No!, Mother wont ever be found until she wants to dad. When has anyone actually found her after one of these alarms until SHE wanted to come out?" He could imagine what his father was trying to do. But his place was here now. He didn't spend nearly ten years pretending to be a militia and two years actually training just to sit in a whole while the others did the work. "I'm staying with here with everyone." His father grumbled and swung his fist into the nearest wall. "Stubborn little...." he growled and to an extent, smiled on the inside at his sons word. He was proud of his mindset. But that didn't mean he wasn't sorry his boy was to big to spank for his insolence.
With that matter settled Thovren Rested the front of the crossbow on the ground and heaved the string up into place. Definatly not a weapon for the weak. With a click the crossbow cocked and waited for orders before he would load the weapon.