"If it pleases my Master I would."  Denara replied evenly with a sidelong glance to Azeerae, then bowed to Krusious' command.  "I will see my troops readied then, it will not take long."  Discipline and training did have some perks after all, and one of those was prompt efficiency of mobilization.  She swept out of the tent past the other fingers of the hand filing in, her armour misting off her form as she sent it back from whence it had come.<br/><br/>Five minutes to collect her captains and ensure that they would see to the preparation of each platoon, five more to attire herself per her Master's wishes.  Twining silver bangles encircled her wrists, ankles, and throat, while nothing more than a tabard covered the rest of her, loosely enclosed by a belt at the waist but otherwise open from the sides and below.  She wore no undergarments beneath.<br/><br/>Five minutes later still, Denara was stepping back into the tent with the others.  "Master, the troops and I await your pleasure."  Unlike their leader, the legion itself was -for the moment- armored and ready to march.  Six platoons of sixty women and men each, three hundred and sixty all told, not a huge force, but they did not need numbers.  These were the elites of the army after all.