Shashoh, dressed like a priestess, was turning a long-haired white wig in his hands, trying to find the proper orientation, then put it on. His hired men stood around in bewilderment as he spoke.
"I'll talk soon, it's getting darker. Simon, bring a lot of torches, by the way your hooks look great--just don't stab yourself in the eye. Anyone good with bow and arrows?"
Several men and women raised their hands, one of them raised a split hook.
"Dala, I know you never used a bow, but I know you won't back out, too... I'll get you a crossbow, alright? Now, Robin, are you sure you can even hold a bow like that?"
"I'm a hunter, I'd starve if I couldn't, so I tried already. I can still hit a target," the red fox replied.
"Robin, you're fantastic! Here's a drake for the spirit," Shashoh said with a disturbingly feminine voice, flinging a golden coin straight into Robin's pocket. "Okay, gather your equipment, train with the new arrows I gave you a bit and get back here." The men and women nodded and left the dimly lit room.
"What 'bout the rest of us?" someone said.
"You walk around the village and wake up people by yelling that something is happening on the square. Then get into the crowd that gathers and act overly enthusiastic."
"Can do!"
"Excellent!"