He stumbles upon what's clearly a meeting of some sort, with one man standing elevated above the rest of the small crowd gathered. He's not able to push past a certain point to see the leader more closely, but looking at the one's gathered, they're all haggard and tired, many with injuries half-heartedly patched up. Some look very sick. But once his ears adjust to the language, the leader can be understood.

"That's why we must go to arms, my brother! We must make our stand, for he has forsaken us! Every day, more of those vile creatures come from the castle, so what are we supposed to believe? If they are not dead already, that can only say something worse! Stand with me, and we must take back control of our home! This is Dysprosia, where our families have lived for generations! We—"

But though there seems to be more to the speech, this is all that is said, repeated continuously.