Hassan
General Wendy Margir
The inn

The woman frowned, sitting back. She folded her arms across her abdomen, listening with pursed lips as Taichar both responded, and critiques her plan. She bit the inside of her mouth, irritated.

_He finds me dishonorable? He's agreed to help, but..._

"I can not blame you for being averse to my plan. You do not know the horrors our enemy has committed," Wendy said. "Anything we do to him would be merciful."

She stood, placing her hands on her hips and staring down at him. Even as she stood, she wasn't that much taller compared to his mountainous build. She'd never been one to be intimidated by stature, though.

"You seem confident. I hope it remains. You're right; we don't have the numbers to overwhelm. Once you find your in and distract, it is all tact and stealth from there on out."
Ellen
Taichar-Yu
The Inn

Taichar watched her frown and adversely he smiled. He knew he was right. These numbers, if he did breach and happened to be caught, he would die or be taken prisoner and interrogated. There was no going around it but it was a dangerous risk that he did not like the sound of. 

"But of course. I know nothing, I'm but a pawn pulled into a constantly changing game of chess. Each piece plays an important role and yet only the hand that moves them knows their worth." 

He stood as she did and met her eyes, having to physically look down upon her to do so. He was an incredibly tall and built man. If it wasn't for his admirable wit and tact, his composure made up for it. He raised an eyebrow as she spoke. 

"Yes, that's precisely what I plan on doing. If things all go to plan— I do have a bad feeling about this. I don't know what it could be, but... Something's off. I don't like it." He commented.
Hassan
General Wendy Margir
The Inn

"I'm sorry," She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Would it be better if you were in charge? Apparently I have no clue what we're getting into. Yes, I'm absolutely clueless."

Her words were harsh, but her face betrayed her own anxiety about what they were about to attempt. _Is this how all of my men feel? Do none of them have faith in me?_

She folded her arms tighter around her stomach, but refused to break his gaze, looking at at him as her lips pulled into a deeper frown.
Ellen
Taichar-Yu
The Inn

"Please. I would *Love* That." He responded with equally harsh sarcasm, staring her down with a snide grin playing at the corners of his lips that pulled his teeth into ravenous fangs. His mouth turned into the maw of a cunning wolf and his eyes went cold in an almost lifeless way. 

He closed the distance between them and kept maybe four inches from eachother, watching her face closely before he spoke, "You may be a general, but so was I at one point. Not by fancy blood. Not by huge manors and fine dining. But by compassion and by playing by the *Rules.* I would never even in the rightest sense of my mind attack during plague time. Not even against my worst enemy. I am under your orders, and of course I will follow them, but know that I am not happy."

His voice was callous with a metallic edge to it that was almost hard to listen to— like being scolded by a teacher that you admire for their vast knowledge turning bitter as you hand in a faulty paper. His brows narrowed close to his eyes and his gaze turned viperous. His nose crinkled and his lips sealed to form a slightly worried and uneasy faulted line. He wanted to say something but no words came to him.