Kehah tilted her head critically at the Green Knight's obvious threat. One of her higher ranking officers lead the way in and the company started moving once more, following their Knight into the newly opened area. The merchants picked up their conversations, questioning who they might trade with once the issues were resolved. She felt a stab of pain when she realized that- since the invitation called for top representatives from each side, regardless of them saying it was for negotiations- some of these people risked not making it all out alive. All of them risked that, of course, but these merchants weren't fighters or killers like her and the soldiers.

"What do you think, Ms. Mercy?" The merchant who'd hired her once upon a time asked. She stopped herself from flinching at the man's nickname for her, and slid her eyes to the side to meet his, questioning.

"About what, Tagar?" She questioned in return, causing the older man to smile.

"Do you think we'll make good sales? Good deals and the like?" He repeated. She allowed her eyes to slide back to the castle, and the giant mirror above. She took in the feeling of her raised hairs on her arms and neck- thankfully covered by her hair and armor.

"I think," She began, tone allowing no warmth. "That if you enter with fanciful dreams of peace, you'll be one of the first to die." She finished, leveling the stricken man with a warning look before drifting back to the front of the line. It may have sounded cold, but she didn't mind the man and was even finding herself wanting him to make it out alive; the world needed people with pure optimism like his.

As she settled into step behind the Confederacy representative- a boy just a year or two her senior with light auburn hair and determined posture- she kept her senses on alert for any chance of ambush or misdeed that could lead to an early demise on White Rock's side. There was a light berth around her as the soldiers attempted to avoid her cold exterior, and she couldn't help the small huff of laughter that escaped her lips at the big army men avoiding a girl just out of adolescence and barely reaching their collar bones.