[Jasper proceeds to calm the horse in similar fashion; approaching slowly to embrace her head. He turns her gently towards the frightful sight and helps her inspect his travelling companion begin his work.]

My hometown was infested with them. Cowards hiding inside their nests. Stealing whatever they laid their filthy hands upon.

[It did not matter if their victims had passed away; their homes were ripe for the picking. Yes, he truly has an axe to grind.]

Permit them to run free and they rot the heart of a community. So indeed, pray excuse my enthusiasm.