Command, something she hadn't held in over half a century. The Grandmaster had assigned her command of the rest of the recruits without barely more than a cursory glance over her. She wasn't sure if this was a sign he was a fool, or much smarter than the average man. On the one hand giving command so readily was a risky tactic, but then maybe he was wise enough to see that she was probably the best choice to lead the rest of the recruits. The others were simple farmers, laborers or the like. People who'd never fought a day in there lives. Sure there were one or two rough and tumble lads there, a boy craving adventure, a older man who had the slouch of a worn-down guard, but she could tell that many of these men would not return. Not without more training than she could hope to offer.

Taking her role seriously however, she looked over the group and picked the two leaders she thought best. One was the older guardsman, the other a slight man who claimed to have experience living in the wilds. She wasn't entirely happy with her choices, but given what she had they would have to manage. 

Later, as pay was being handed out, Mergoux collected hers, but instead of slipping it into her already fairly hefty coin-purse, she took it and handed five coins each to her chosen team leaders with a command. "Do your shopping, buy everyone a round and donate what's left of this to the local orphanage." she said. "And if I find out you didn't follow orders, you'd better hope you can choke down the rations without any teeth." Her voice was a low snarl, and though both men had nursed ideas about betraying her woman's trust, those now vanished entirely. 

Turning around, she saw Hark approach her. She folded her arms in a standoffish manner and waited for him to speak. He wanted her name, but she was not going to give it. Better to remain partly anonymous. "Ezra. Ezra Creed" she replied shortly. "Will that be all sir?" she asked, wanting to find a tavern and a good pint before retiring for the night.