<strong>Name:</strong>Comgal<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Peranos/Peranos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Cirven - leaving<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Comgal's office.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Enforcer agreed - too many did die needlessly. However it was what it was, nothing would change the way of war. War wasn't pretty and it surely wasn't friendly. He nodded at the younger elf, agreeing silently with some of his points. Comgal was by no means a war-monger. He did not thrive upon the destruction of anyone. However, he did what needed to be done and he didn't question orders even if he didn't like them, unless something didn't settle with his gut. He had only once defied orders where Centosian children had been involved. They had been sent to live with some of the Haas Filoth on another continent, far from the war. He would not take the life of a child for no reason.<br/><br/>"I appreciate that you have your own scouts, and I understand your position. I'm merely trying to remind you that rumors can be your death."  He wasn't going to argue with another elf when they had both imbibed of Elderberry wine.<br/><br/>"Have a good evening." He chuckled when Cirven left and began to pen the letter that would accompany the papers that Cirven held, those that explained the error in how long the soldiers had been stationed at the supply depot.<br/>