A Felguard scout came charging into the tent, and nearly fell to his knees as Valentina turned a baleful glaze on him.  "Don't you announce yourself first before entering Lord Krathen's tent?  Even if he is away, one of his consorts might be present."  She waved a hand, and the demon gasped as he rose to his feet.  "Lady Valentina, one of our scout patrols just went missing.  They reported in on the Crescent side of the camp, but they never reported in opposite the Tower."<br/><br/>Her head came up, and she turned to stare at him.  "Really now?  I didn't think they'd be that gutsy...  But how did they get around us?  Bah.  They probably just deserted.  Call up an armed band.  I will lead them myself," she said, pushing from the table and landing on her feet.  "Let's get moving," she said, and breezed through the camp, grabbing soldiers here and there, and four Felguards to accompany her.  "If they deserted, they will be very unhappy when we catch them.  And if the mortals have gotten that foolish, well... maybe I'll just have a few prisoners for Father to interrogate when he gets back."