<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">Blue</span><br/>The council continued on, detailing intricate tactics and strategies. They knew exactly where the rebels hid and exactly when and where they would attack. The nervousness kicked in and Rowan began to sweat in his armor. He knew if he was to relay this information the rebels would change too much of their plans and the kings council would know there was a spy.<br/><br/>He replayed the scenario over and over again in his head the fear almost unbearable he was stuck not knowing what he could do. As the men drank from their cups and concluded the council the king walked out followed by his advisors.<br/><br/>Finally able to breathe and relax the guardsmen made their way to their own quaters and there he could calm himself have some time to think and plan. The day was slowly slipping away and it was another day closer to the rebels attack. He knew tonight was the night he had to relay the information and prepare for the worst. As night fell he slipped away fully cloaked and masked a trick he gained from his time with the empire in the east.<br/><br/>As he reached the rebels camp he made sure he wasn't followed and he tied his horse to the stall. "Open up its me Rowan" he informed the doorman hiding behind the concealed entrance. As the door opened he saw that the council was already deliberating the next moves.