That brought his brows together. "Are there no patrols?" he asked. "None watching the forests or the roads? What of hunting or scouting? Teaching those who haven't trained in fighting? Construction, perhaps - I saw no walls or towers." None of it was accusatory. No, it was reactive, the thoughts of a man long-used to finding uses for warriors in a village that would otherwise be besieged. But then he raised a hand, shaking his head at himself. "Forgive me. It isn't my place to say these things."