The Swordmage arrives in Ansien alongside the Pointiff of the IHH. She rides at the head of a decent sized army, composed of about 3000 men. In addition to the men, a 25 meter tall statue of stone and steel is walking at the head of the army. Creatures made of what appears to be living flame dances alongside the marching men. At the front of the army, the colours of Roesone, Tornilen and Ghieste are flying. Troops in the colours of all three realms can be seen among them.
At the meeting:
The Swordmage speaks in a neutral tone: "You all know me, so I will forego any introductions."
She is dressed in simple clothes, not clad for war yet, but a sword hangs at her side.
Pausing after her words, she looks at the archduchess. "What would you have us do to prepare? If we had had time to prepare this, if someone had given warnings that there was an enemy infiltrating our ranks just a season ago, then something could be done. As it is, we must simply hope that we have enough troops that even if half should turn, we will still prevail."
"Some of the "troops" I have brought will be very hard to turn. They aren't human and so are unaffected by human desires and weaknesses, though steel will still bring them down."
She smiles with a feral glint. "As for the Ogre, I do not intend to enter the tomb before I see him fall. I have a score to settle with him, I will see him dead."
