Ramia nodded politely to Cornelius and flashed a little smile. "It is good to see you too Cornelius, I hope you have been well." She chuckled at the old mans next comment and grinned. "You'd rather hear it in military terms? Very well." The dark haired woman sat up on her saddle and partially wiped the grin from her face. "First of all there are no easy victories, second of all if someone claims so that person is either a total ass, or drunk - though these two things usually go hand in hand." Ramia took better hold of Faran's reins and shook her head a bit. "My apologies, I shall head closer to the king in the case his own brains stop working and he needs mine." She lifted a finger to her lips and hushed.. "Just don't tell him I said that." The Wolf of Kastagir politely bowed her head to the old man before she rode closer to the front of the army.

After a good while of riding - several hours by her estimate - the army stopped at the lake with the copper house on it. Ramia waited patiently with some officers for the king to return and when one of them had inquired the king about his actions with the person in the house and the king had told about his rather brutal way of dealing with it she spat on the ground and approached Tyros. Her left hand rested on the wolf's head pommel of her falcata as she took a deep breath and dismouted from Faran's back. Her right hand gripped the reins tightly. "With all due respect king Tyros... From a tactical and strategical standpoint your actions were not wise. If this man was a wizard of some kind - to which all signs would point to - it would have been wiser to try and persuade him to join us. After all an army is never too large." The dark haired woman's left hand moved from the hilt of her sword to her hip. "Killing the man may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but what if he has relatives, or powerful allies who could cause trouble for us? Also there is the fact that you slew - as far as we know - an innocent man. You may be a king and even the Son of Tractus, but slaying someone innocent who has mildly inconvenienced you is not a deed fit for either." Her dark brown eyes stared directly to Tyros's green ones. Ramia was quite close to losing her temper - though she hadn't yet even increased the volume of her speech it was obvous. The hand that rested on her hip trembled slightly.