Jala stared openly as Britannian knight spoke, and couldn't help but feel a feint sense of pride despite her growing distaste for the warriors in the room. While many left the room, she continued to stare and pondered the words placed upon her ears. Some things became lost in translation to her, but she managed to put two-and-two together and make ends meet of what he had been saying.<br/><br/>She frowned. An alliance? In all of Kynder's history, they had never allied with<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>nation.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe</span>, she mused,<span style="font-style: italic">that is because we have always been able to crush our enemies before.</span>Jala snorted at the thought, feeling her heart well with pride once more. Before now, they had always been able to take on<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>enemy with flawless victory.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Until now</span>, she reminded herself. For a moment, memories of wounded soldiers came into thought and she frowned again. Soldiers, stationed in far-away lands, crippled and torn apart by the very threat they had faced mere moments before. Good men,<span style="font-style: italic">wasted</span>--and ultimately, banished to Oschelon, who would no doubt leave this petition for war in the dust without even considering it.<br/><br/>And at that moment, she had definitely made up her mind.<br/><br/>"I know not much about jour country, or your armiez--" she began, speaking rather loudly, "But Kynder will join you."<br/><br/>Astin, next to her, scowled and said nothing--unbelieving of what had just happened.