Again, she made him stop and think about things he had not yet taken into consideration. He pursed his lips in irritation - more with himself than anything else; he wasn't a padawan anymore and had one of his own, he should know better than this - and nodded in agreement. "You're right. But, if they are making attempts, they should at least take the time to let us know. Constant silence and secrecy does nothing to ease the minds of the people stuck here or help us establish faith in an organization that we know little to nothing about. The Rangers don't talk much about themselves, what they do, or where they come from. When questioned, they excuse that this is their world and they're on top of things without providing us with any viable information."
The knight sighed, looking down at his boots, then up at his wife. "Less than we know about the Rangers. She apparently terrorized the city a few years ago and vanished, but has returned to do it again. She hasn't shown up physically yet - just sent minions in her name."