Bard
[The people of Lake-town plan to rid of Alfrid for helping the Master emptying the treasury but Bard stops them]
Put him down!! Look around you! Have you not had your fill of death?! Winter is upon us. We must look to our own, to the sick and the helpless. Those who can stand, tend to the wounded, and those who have strength left, follow me. We must salvage what we can.
Hilda
What then? What do we do then?
Bard
[after a brief pause]
We find shelter.
