Valentina simply smiled.  She stared down at the map, where she was perched on the edge of the table, her feet hanging off it.  Her father had just left to accompany the whore that was going to attempt to tap into the Root, and she had received word that the rebellious Queen was leading an assault on the flank through the Crescent.  She'd ordered those men to pull back and regroup together closer to the camp, knowing that if the Queen was doing guerilla strikes, something else was going on as well.  There were those that wished to press the advantage and take the Tower, but at the moment, they were following her advice - she wasn't in any place to order them, most of them at least - to not do so at this time.<br/><br/>She turned to one of the other Felguards.  "If father succeeds, we'll be able to have them out of that little town in a few days, and cut off from the food supplies in the Crescent.  The Queen won't do anything so foolish as to attack our main camp with nothing more than a few guards and champions.  She'll fall back once she runs out of patrols, which she should have already, since I gave the order for them to pull back together."  She brushed a wisp of blood red hair from her face.  "Though the loss of seven scavenger bands is going to annoy father to no end, I'm sure."