As the fair Esmerelda finished her speech and the great horn blared, Geoffrey stretched his arms up to loosen his tense muscles. He had taken the last watch during the night, and as he was already used to waking quite early, he already felt a good deal of energy rushing through his body; though he supposed that could also be due to the now-present fear of death that had dropped over the Confederacy's men like a thick blanket, causing a good number of them to look around in a senseless manner. Gazing about as there was a surprisingly low number of authoritative figures in the room, Geoffrey barked out a few commands to the rallied soldiers to organize into parties - just as they had taught him to do back in officer's training, all of his jovial emotion drained as his already ice-cold eyes pierced through the air of the room. He felt his left hand shudder a bit with excitement, and let it rest once again upon his sword's pommel - a habit that was beginning to really irritate him.

	[color=f26522]"Each party will be assigned an officer as a commanding unit, and no man should find himself wandering these halls without at least two other companions at his side, lest he wishes to end up skewered and sliced like a hog,"[/color] the lieutenant made notice of a few other officers that seemed to be commanding their own separate groups of mercenaries and auxiliaries, letting the minor annoyance of different orders being given slip past him; though he hoped they would all quickly sort into a collective force - no doubt the Onyxians were well on their way toward this end of the castle already, thanks to their apparent military organization. Geoffrey pulled two officers aside, pairing them with scouting parties, and gave them instructions of where in the castle they would be spotting, then shouted to another pair of officers as the scouting parties left to have their brawnier squadrons follow the same routes. By the spirits, the tactician thought, maybe they would be better organized than he had figured.

	Geoffrey took a moment to gaze about the large room for Kehah, feeling a cold glare land on him as his eyes passed over the green knight beside Lady Esmerelda. There was a fairly good chance the dark elf had an interest in him, more than likely due to his connection with Kehah, who he had assumed was still up in her makeshift hammock. He hadn't a clue to her true whereabouts, but knew better than to check for her with the green knight's gaze fixed on him. With a coy grin fixing upon his lips, the lieutenant nodded in jest toward the dark elf, then turned to continue his work. Hopefully, he pondered, he could gather up a deal of talented soldiers and influential nobility for a sort of specialist group, but none of the Confederates he had come across thus far had caught his attention, with the exception of Kehah.

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