<strong>Name:</strong>Comgal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His office<br/><strong>Players Nearby</strong>Cirven.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It's a good thing, for if you came at me with your personal sword, I'm afraid that we would battle, likely to the death," mirth curled Comgal's lips and he too was at his limit. Anything over that would border on drunkenness and those were waters he wished not to muddy.<br/><br/>Comgal nodded. "He did, because he got tired of her whining. He thought that having to take care of her own place would teach her some responsibility. He secured the place for her, but she is the one that pays the lease. He has properties, I understand why he put her there, though."<br/><br/>"As of right now I know nothing of troops near Koann, the place is heavily scouted and rumors when out on the field are rampant because you're so cut off. But remember too that those same rumors can be dangerous. Those alone got you away from your post, on your own. I won't call you foolish, but I will say that you and Nilo are a match made well." He chuckled, still teasing. "But it's not your folly alone, I would have done the same thing I suppose. Winning a war is not done by idly waiting and hoping for word."<br/><br/>His lips twitched. "Oh, I think that a spanking would do her well, as well as you. Nilofer is foolish, but not violent."  He sighed. "She didn't beat my son for cheating on her with Centos women, she just left him."  Dark humor replaced the mirth in his eyes. "Personally I'd have beaten an elf who dishonored me with a Centos."  He gathered himself. "Go. Go rest up. The paperwork will be done by tomorrow evening, so please stay two nights before heading to the camp. I will send ahead an Enforcer to instruct them to pack up their personal belongings, but to leave the camp itself for the next wave."<br/>