Kehah had woken earlier than almost everyone; despite Geoffrey having taken the last watch, Kehah still did nothing much but doze lightly, one ear still on the goings on of the soldiers' quarters. As the others awoke and Geoffrey slipped out of his own hammock and to the ground, Kehah simply blew the hair out of her eye before reaching up and hefting herself back atop the rafters, balancing her way to where the end meets the wall and leaning against it. She'd taken perch there, arms crossed and hair falling across her face as she looked down, just in time for the Lady Esmerelda and Green Knight to enter. She watched from above as Lady Esmerelda gave her statement, and kept stock still as she watched the Green Knight search the crowd; no doubt the Corrupted one was searching for her.

At the horn's blare, she tilted her head to watch as Geoffrey began his orders to the faction he chose. It was quite interesting to her, the way he changed and went cold while in the position of command. The way his eyes turned to ice, and his words a bite that held no friendly tone, reminded her of how Maar'von has seized command of the Band when Talul had been taken down by their targets. It had taken the halberd wielder almost a month of recovery, and in that time the Band had worked seamlessly under Maar'von's leadership. Letting Geoffrey's commands take up a sliver of her attention, Kehah tuned out all else and pulled a page of parchment-as well as a well of ink and featherless quill she'd stolen from a commander- out of her bag. Sitting down, she began her letter to the other auburn haired west-forester in her life.

[center][i]Maar'von,
I should have known such a pain in the ass would hail from your blood.
I've recently entered Castle Grimm and, upon taking notice of a boy too youthful to be a representative on anything but skill and prowess, befriended the one named Geoffrey who bares your familial-line tattoos. Of course, I decided that with all you've done for me, I would protect your kin to the best of my abilities in the oncoming battle between White Rock and the pigs of the Empire.
He is too much like you, you Bane of the Spirits! The same sun from our journey into the valley had not even lowered before his drunken ass chose to squabble with one of the Onyxians. Right in front of those who would kill us all without a second's hesitation.
Though I do commend him for his way with words, as that was all he needed to rile the pig up...
I require your advice; how do you wish me to keep him safe? We are about to be bathed in blood for the days-maybe weeks and months- to come. Shall I train him in the underhanded tactics you and the rest of the Band trained me? Or should I simply stay by him at all times? I do still intend my own revenge and he seems competent enough to not need me babysitting him; he did become a representative after all and I believe him to be more youthful than myself by at least a full earth's cycle.

It seems as though you'll never stop being my teacher.

->Kehah[/i][/center]

She stared at her signature and the inch and a half left on the page before blowing her hair out of her eyes and tacking on:

[center][i]Ps: I haven't told him about you, I'd rather have more information on your relations first. Tell me in your response whether you wish me to let him know.[/i][/center] 

With her letter done- she decided that she would find one of the servants later to find out how to send it- she tucked it away before dropping down to land behind Geoffrey, who had thrown something akin to a smirk at the Green Knight a few moments prior. With a mocking smirk of her own, she tapped him on the shoulder and fell into a mocking military stance.

"Where do you need me, Lieutenant?"