Lady Mo's words gave Hale pause. Well her tone did, her eyes and posture.
While her words had a casual air, not caring. But the rest of her seemed to reveal some deeper emotion.
Hale wasn't sure what it was, but knew there he might have been handing an offer she couldn't refuse.
He went over it in his head.
The way the woman spoke, moved and looked made him think of a responsible Magnus, or an interesting Bedevere.
This meant old-world. A Inuit or native north american appearance, suggested. Well, it suggested that she'd recently been involved with tribal life. Recently meaning roughly 500 year. This made sense in combination with the control she seemed to have over plant life, he hadn't seen much of that but he expected much more.
Now what would an ancient creature of the wilds want with a large group of soldiers?
Not likely to be something peaceful. 
Now normally people would start to worry at this point.
But to Hale this was what one would call "Jackpot"

Magnus was a good and steady supplier of violence, and that was great.
But when it came to shock troops that's all it was. Turn em, don't tell em shit and send them to their true death.
Hale had a feeling whatever this nature goddess was planning it would be a whole lot more creative.

He took a step forward and spoke with sudden confidence, a voice almost sweet but laced with a sense of danger.
"So.. There'll be a battle soon, one I understand you and I both have tickets for. You could arrive in style, with an army of children at your side. Whaddaya say?"