*Jillian keeps her face placid, and fold up the piece of parchment. She grabs Anderson's shoulder to halt him.*
Jillian: No trial, just execution? Doesn't seem like the honorable way. *She thinks.* You cannot simply barge in here, and kick down doors. The people here are taking refuge, and I will not let you disturb them. You and your men are welcome to sleep here, but do not disturb anyone.
*She crosses her arms, and looks over at Elmyra.*
Jillian: Agreed?