Extraordinary equipment certainly holds value, but to Lance, they're like cabbages.
The worth of several pieces of equipment amounts to a mere few hundred or thousand Gold Coins, but mobilizing such a large number of people isn't achievable with just this sum.
Not to mention, it's their own money and effort that circles back into Lance's pockets after being spent.
It's akin to those card-drawing games of later eras; if you don't draw the card, you can only accept the bad luck. But, when people around you do draw it, you start believing, "Next time... next time it has to be me."
Giving them a glimmer of hope, making them think they're fighting for themselves, while in truth it's nothing but a pitiful joke.
Hamlet earns and Hamlet spends, with no thought of taking a penny home.
The Honor Guard went into the ruins with prepared goods, while teams composed of heroes maintained that fragile order, shrouded by the ghost called Hamlet's Order over anyone trying to stir trouble.
