Baldimere was not nearly as fussy as his wife when it came to packing up. He was used to roughing it on the campaign road where having such luxuries was uncommon. Of course, his living conditions were far better then those of his troops but compared to Palace life it was a far cry. Besides, he had servants and aides who were in charge of packing things up for him. He was more concerned about some covert operations he had in mind.<br/><br/>For starters, this journey would give him a first hand view of the land. This was far better then looking at a map or viewing it for the first time in the heat of battle. It would allow him to take certain courses into action. It would also allow him to view the Military Forces that might oppose such a move, gauging their discipline and quality of arms and armor. Their horses too. One could judge a lot about an Army by such things.<br/><br/>Politically, the trip was to try and sort out a means to an end. Aserit coffers were running dry and launching another War would bankrupt the Kingdom entirely. With no money, the Troops would rebel and everything he had fought for would be lost. But the Theiri were certainly in no better a situation. They had hardly responded to their Caravans being raided which meant they were in a dire situation themselves.<br/><br/>It was these thoughts that Baldimere mused as he paced back and forth on the Balcony.