(And I return! Once again please forgive my absence this month, RL went right down the shiter it did. Will post more frequently as best I can)<br/><br/>The Duke listened cautiously as his knight addressed the gathered warriors. If there was one trait Jeanne had that her master admired it was her ability to command attention, even obedience from others. His chevaliers all respected her, more than they respected him, he feared. The thought of bringing mages gave the man pause, as did bringing simple laborers who could become easily startled and scattered. For his plan to work, he needed followers who were not about to cower before the spawn.<br/><br/>"Concerning the matter of mages and common laborers well....if any in the group possess the mystic arts I shan't turn away their presence in this company, be they circle or apostate. But we shall not be bringing simple-minded laborers with us. These caves have held for centuries, and dwarven craftsmanship is second to none. The thaig we are heading to is no doubt still intact, as is it's vaults of treasure."<br/><br/>He quickly turned to the elven woman and the ferelden, his eyes, masked, seemed to contain an eagerness to leave as well. "We leave at first light in the morn, we have carriages ready to take us a surface entrance of the Deep Roads, so it's best you all rest well."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>