There was that certain feeling in the air - the feeling that you had not quite given everything you had to gain victory. The sickly pale man spat to the ground and stared to the field that had not too many moments ago been a proper battlefield. The Pale Strategist, Lord Commander Caramir Laethros sat on the back of a large black stallion, wearing his black armor and looking rather sour and exhausted. "Look at this. We could not cross the bridge and the whole battle was a complete waste of resources." He snarled to no one in particular and shook his head. In his opinion the battle could have turned in their favor had they postponed the cavalry charges for just a little more, but still as the leading strategist on the field he took full responsibility of the outcome.

Caramir removed his helmet and closed his eyes. His head was pounding - it had been a tiring day. "Send a rider with a flag of parley to the enemy lines. If I know anything about anything there is a member of the Ashford's there whom I'd like to have a word with. Tell the rider to give a message to him." After a while a rider had been chosen to take the message to Galard.

The message was quite short and simple.

[i]Caramir Laethros would have a word with you. Please, give the messenger your answer and if you wish to attend a meeting feel free to bring a whole army at your back if you so see fit. You choose the place. The Lord Commander will wait till sunset for your answer.[/i]

With a white flag and the roll of parchment that held the message the rider began galloping towards the enemy rear guard.