Feste catches up the the rest of the group. "What?" he says, looking around at everyone. "Why are you all just... Why aren't..." He sighs. "Alright..."

Grumbling, the halfling walks up to the door, standing just off to the side of it opposite of Orgeth. He takes out one of his dagger and raps sharply on the door with the pommel. "Confederate Army!" he announces loudly. "We are here to protect this mill from pirates believed to be in the area! Open up!"