A glance to Detlef, and a tense shake of his head: no one has said much, and it seems they're waiting for a crowd to gather before they do.
But here it is, it's gathered: Lance's eyes flit across the crowd to land on the familiar ginger head of his son, whom he cautioned to stay at the back and is glad he's being obeyed. This kind of thing doesn't happen often, but when it does, it...

sure happens.

He's opening his mouth to still Leala when one of the Shepherds clears his throat and begins to speak.