Mantis was on the battlefield casting illusions to hide his presence of the field, the eye of tyr gleamed red on his chest as he walked right past some thinking he was nothing or just their eyes playing tricks on them "weak minded fools...." he thought to himself as he got into the camp of his enemy and found troop placement plans and valuable information and made his way back to his side of this war when he was about to leave he got the call to go to the war room.

"bah I guess I am needed elsewhere" he recast his spell to make him unseen and walked back out into the warzone his arms behind his back walking as if he knew nothing would hurt him, striding across the battlefield he at last made his way back to "safe" ground and he was now able to be seen as he undid his spell, his placed the maps and papers he took on a table as other people crowded around him he had a reputation of being like a cult leader men willing to lay down their lives for his honeyed words "I will be back soon my spectral envoy, there is someone who in need of the work of the great and devious Mantis" he addressed the small crowd of about 7 and made his way to the war room