Lyons placed his hand in his lap and thought he was looking at the loveliest woman he'd laid eyes on  in a long long time. "Your request is no problem at all. I have your marines/sharpshooters ready. Will you need battle mages? The best man to seek provisions is the quartermaster, Mister Hawthorn. What kind and color of uniforms do you wish Wizardress? May I inquire the type of mission this is?"