Finch wagged his index finger as he took another bite of the apple. "Options like those today? Such acts of devotion might please your god, but I do think they have a different effect on your men. Those that still breath, anyway. They might put on a brave face today, take your words to heart and even rise to your rousing call to storm the walls on the morrow. But what of the next day? Fail too many times, and they shall lose the will to fight. For regardless of what overwhelming numbers you possess, the morale of an army is always of a finite quantity." Finch paused and scanned the cleric's face.<br/><br/>"No man can guarantee results, but what I can promise you is my skills." Finch pulled the cloak aside, revealing the sheen of an immaculately maintained suit of leather armor and a set of gleaming daggers. "I propose that you are approaching this from the wrong angle. You are attacking in a way that they are readily capable of defending, in fact the very way that castles are built to defend. But where an army has failed if certain individuals at certain times place themselves in the right places. Well.... that could change everything."