During the Great Monster Uprising, an adventurer inspired even the most docile of villagers to follow into battle with a few well-chosen words. This Mob was useless when it came to solving puzzles or anything more subtle than running blindly at an enemy. The motley bunch of enraged peasants would form a formidable wall of pitchforks and burning torches in battle, protecting adventurers and terrifying their enemies. Occassionally they would carry some loot, but much of it mysteriously vanished by the time the battles were over.

SOURCE(S): Legends of Zork