[i]"Well, I guess I should have expected as much..."[/i] Tiral berated himself internally. He felt it was the right decision to stay quiet, at least; without all the knowledge they had gathered up until now, there was still that uncertainty that the whole ordeal would drag them all on a wild goose chase and split their forces even further.

And even so...

"Contracts exist for a reason, and it is bad form to break them without sufficient reason. Even nonmagical ones hold significance in that community, but I guess you don't have that, do you? Even if you [i]are[/i] a knight," Tiral retorted, glaring at Gillian before sighing and shaking his head. "And do you think that spouting that sort of information willy-nilly would help our situation? Internal chaos within the kingdom [i]and[/i] outside of it? I guess I should be thankful that you would have looser lips than I; makes it easier to leak false plans to any enemies if it came down to it."

Needless to say, he wasn't very pleased at all with his fellow soldiers' disapproval of his own judgements. Before he could throw any more venomous dialogue out, though, Tiral caught a glimpse of the note on one of the bandits.

...

[i]Son of a bitch.[/i]

"...For the love of--Of course. There's always bigger fish to fry, aren't there?" he hissed through gritted teeth, pacing back and forth as he began to sift through his head for possible culprits of the sabotage.

...

Wait, the insignia--!

"Give me that," Tiral said, grabbing the object in quiestion before kneeling down near the ground and rapidly scratching an intricate magic circle in the dirt in the center of the road. Carefully placing the note in the center of the circle, Tiral took a deep breath and began to channel his energy into what he had set up.

There was a faint possibility that the culprits failed to account for anyone learning scrying magic--after all, most of the knights didn't bother with anything so supportive. Glory and fame, fighting tooth and nail-- that was the standard. It wasn't as if any of the mages in the College would be available to hunt for them, either.

Luckily for him, though, that possible oversight might lead to some sort of conclusion.

"No countermeasures, no countermeasures, no countermeasures..." he muttered under his breath as the note began to glow and levitate slightly above the ground. If it backfired, then that would be a shame. But if it didn't--!