The Governor wipes some blood off his face and looks around. Seeing the men demoralized he grabs a stool from the village and stands on it.
“LISTEN UP!” he calls out to get the men’s attention.
“My name is Arron Vaumel. Arron Vaumel: Baron of Seaward, Count of Lathier, Viscount of Albiele, and Guardian of the Southern Wastes. But more importantly, I am Arron Vaumel, Governor of Mieres. I've survived gnolls. I have survived bandits. I have survived more assassins than you have fingers!
I lived through the Diem invasion and I spit in the eye of Avan and survived his wraith. And I swear by Belinik's Cock I am going to survive this damnable place. I am bloodied, bruised, and more tired than I can remember.” The Governor spits, “I can taste my own blood in my mouth. All these things tell me one thing - I’m alive. And I am going to stay that way.
If you want to stay alive, want it! If you want to give up - I’ll dig you your hole before we leave. But know this, we are heading out soon and Gods help anything that tries to get between me and my way out of this place.”
He then smiles slightly, “And when I do get back to Seaward I am heading right to the Singing Ladies tavern and I am going to drink myself unconscious. Anyone who joins me there - your drinks are on me.”
He then moves towards the other regents away from the men and speaks privately. "I've done what I can, I have no idea how in the hell to get out of here - do any of you?"