"I want a supply route established back to the capital. We will need a massive resupply for the next March I plan to camp here until we are capable of making that move."<br/><br/>He hated this part of command. having to do manpower and supply assessments outside of a battle plan but the men needed food and clothing.  The group of officers around him broke up as he waved his hand in dismissal. he still stood outside his tent watching the valley. the night before still playing in his head. The Final charge the Wardens and himself made, the coppery smell of blood as it soaked through their clothes like an all invasive mist. The enemy finally turning in retreat.<br/><br/>He needed to win this war, he had too otherwise all would be lost.<br/><br/>He finally turned away from the valley to see a Reptile walking towards him. the creature born no mark of one who was in service to his army nor the mark of any sort of imperial messenger. This put him on edge, he could just be another merc but still caution was needed. He brought forth Justice one of the four blades he could summon. it gave off a dim golden glow over a pure white blade. Anger, Death, Justice, and War. each with its own set of strengths made up his magical power. Justice allowed him ways to discover absolute truth, the most being having the blade rammed through the victims chest. but crossing blades usually worked enough.<br/><br/>"I would suggest stopping where you are before i consider you a possible assassin."