â€œEveryone is expendable,â€ commented the woman to Antonâ€™s last words; not even batting an eyelash at the weight of her own words. â€œThere are only one or two exceptions to this, and one or two only.â€<br/><br/>A moment of silence passed as the wind slipped across her lips as they grew taunt in contemplation as she turned back to Talon. â€œQuissera was your only ally, which is something you donâ€™t seem to understand. So he removed the protection over your house after you withdrew. Can you blame him? Why should he exert his power when the battle is so close on those who are no longer allies?â€ She blinked, her hands folding across her chest pulling her cloak more tightly around her figure. â€œI do not know why you cannot understand this. Your paranoia and quick judgment is leading you in a quick spiral downward.  What I am offering is your last chance of survival before you crash and burn into the chaos which you have sewn.â€<br/><br/>â€œFor all the flaws that he may have, Quissera is a good leader. He will to right by the battle ahead. However, I am aware that more drastic measures are needed if we are to succeed. Here is your one chance at redemption; you follow my orders during battle exactly as I say. You donâ€™t question, you donâ€™t hesitate, you do, and the night will be ours. If you refuse, well, I believe the next fruit this land bares will be fueled by the blood of our fallen.â€