"Ideally, the town will put some sort of defense in place now that they know what's going on," Quen said, though his voice contained a bit of the uncertainty he felt on that score.

He rotated his glass slightly to watch the amber liquid inside swirl. "Ideally. But we can't count on that. What Fred was saying about a communal shelter. What Vito was saying about getting folks together and making sure they are armed. That's what needs to happen next. And we've got to make sure that does happen, before those -- whatever they weres-- make their next move."

He wasn't entirely sure what that next move was likely to be. Maybe they'd stopped the whole invasion at Founder's Day and things would go back to normal... but that seemed a long shot.

He looked up from his drink to Joseph, studying his fellow actor's face. "What do you think?"