[h2] Livius[/h2]
Livius rubs his forehead. “oh the best and brightest of us…” He moans. “Alright Captain. “ He begins slowly, “I deign to assume you understand these men aren’t suicidal or mentally invalid correct? If three massive armies show up, one of which they’ve proven to be able to avoid being tracked by handily (on their home territory no less) they will go to ground. Best case scenario is they stay quiet for a few weeks before popping up to butcher another town and we’re stuck chasing them until we get lucky. Worst case scenario is they begin using this forced down time to create ideological footholds in Illithin and Thaln, or even train new recruits. These men took heavily fortified positions with forces three times their size in a few hours. Last thing I’m giving them is the chance to make more of their ilk.”

He sighs. “I understand wanting to go in full force, but you’d be potentially killing far more people than you’d be helping. The safer option is to play off their victories and use their over confidence to lure them into a trap. They don’t have the size right now to hold back their officers, making this a prime opportunity to cripple their command infrastructure, and that’s our worst case scenario. Better yet if you manage to bring back their leaders head on a pike….well, not a lot of cults quiet get over that. ‘s Bit of a mood killer.”

[h2]Gillian[/h2]
“I’ll…pass on the cake.” He says to his…rather odd companion. “And  I figured I’d go ahead and get this over and done with. Putting it off ‘s only going to make the lecture longer you know.” He huffs, folding his arms. “And I think she’s caught up in dealing with someone. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”