Alexa stayed at the table, staring at it for a moment, before she turned.  "Weapons down," she muttered, her eyes slightly glazed as she shook her head, focus rapidly returning.  "Now that I am aware of that opening, I may send a small force of skirmishers to take advantage of it.  But it would probably be a one or two shot hit if anything that serious."  She glanced back at the map.  "But I was not aware of the... nature of the core of the Root.  That was something that did not come up in the simple lessons I received as a child, nor in the rather rushed ones I received in the past three years."<br/><br/>She turned, glaring at the advisor with steel in her eyes.  "Then Prince Vaskal can fight the demons alone without the aid of my army.  Though his people will be allowed into our protection, such as it is.  I will NOT tolerate ANYONE doubting my decisions.  If people continue to do so, then I WILL abdicate, and go back to the simple life I had, so long as it remains to me, and fight the demons until my death."  She stepped toward him.  "And I repeat my earlier command.  If anyone attempts to undermine me amongst my generals and my advisors, I will deal with them personally.  We are not the Principalities, nor are we their vassals.  None are to raise a blade against Miss Feena, unless she should prove traitor.  In which case by all means, kill her.  For now, however, she is helping.  Weapons DOWN."<br/><br/>She turned back toward Feena, shaking her head slightly.  "Forgive them.  And forgive me.  I'm still fairly new to the art of leading, and have to remind them all of that from time to time."  She gestured, moving back over to the map, staring at it.  "And where would we need to perform this ritual, and does anyone know if we have someone with the knowledge of it at our disposal?" she asked, the second question clearly directed at her Champions.  "I don't know if I want that kind of power, but if that's what it takes to deny it to the demons, then so be it."