Alexa nodded, peering at the map intently for several moments.  She was deep in her study, the chatter of the other generals and Champions around her picking up, when Fiona spoke.  Two of the Wild Runners stepped over, barring her way until Alexa raised a hand to them.  "You vouch for her trustworthiness, that is good enough in my eyes.  The prophets and seers would not have chosen disloyal champions for the one they say is the only hope for this land."  She turned slightly, looking over at the entryway.  "She may enter.  You need not fear child.  All my brothers and sisters are welcome here, no matter the race they call kin.  We are ALL kin now, whether we will it or no."<br/><br/>She turned back to Jurai for a moment.  "That seems like a decent plan.  I would like you to detail one of the squads that came out of Outlook with you, divide them into eight groups.  I want regular sweeps done.  In addition, there is a special task I would like you to perform.  But I'll get to that in a moment," she said.<br/><br/>As she turned to face Fiona, a grumble could be heard from one of the other generals.  "Mi'lady, this is a war chamber, not a nursery.  Send this child away and--"<br/><br/>Alexa rounded on him, her eyes lighting from within.  "That is enough, General.  We fight together.  As such, I will take any observations that ANY of my people, of this land's people, might have to offer.  And you will remember your place.  Unless you choose to say that the seers were wrong?"  She paused a moment, and then smiled.  "Thank you."  She turned back.  "Come closer, child.  As I said, you've nothing to fear here.  What brought you this deep into the keep?"