He shook his head. "Two reasons why not. One, that was just us returning their favor, or attempt to ambush us. Two, they won't know about it. If they do, it is because their side has a traitor. And I guess I could toss three in here, that was the least of the diplomats, acting without permission or orders from her superiors. So at worst, she gets reprimanded, and we keep going. Besides, since he turned back, that means orders to stop fighting will reach them before they properly disseminate the orders he is carrying. And who knows, he might run into an ambush on another road. And the one we are warning about might have moved. And would have, if they were intelligent."<br/><br/>He examined the inn from a defensive standpoint, and gave it his nod of approval, ease to hold as long as it wasn't set on fire. One stair up, and the windows were easy to seal, so they would have to get by him. Tough on the centauress, but she would either climb the stairs, or make a dash for safety and reinforcements if needed. After he had settled in, however, he sought out Meridia. "Can you do me a favor? I want you to go among the basic soldiers of the nearby army as a servant, and see what their morale is. If one group is higher than the other, than we need to work on the higher one first. The lower side will agree to anything to stop a downward spiral."<br/><br/>He did want to know that, but that wasn't why he was sending her. It was so she would see an army as what it really was, shepherds, farmer boys, shop keeper's sons, chimney swifts and gutter cleaners. People who had been picked up and tossed into the battle with neither understanding nor real chance to back out, and would die without seeing any real change. The only thing they would get is nightmares, scars, alcohol addiction, and maybe a worthless medal if they were lucky. He wanted her to see who would be dying if she got what she wanted, an army to lead against the nation that Aurelia was concerned about. And what she would be doing with her 'simple' answer. Maybe she would learn, more than likely she wouldn't until she saw the dying, heard their death screams and wails for their mothers, smelt what that many spilled intestines and blood smelt like, and would understand where her mother was coming from.