[center][u][b]Jacob[/b][/u][/center]


Jacob looked back Marianne, she seemed upset with him. "I'm sorry, but if I don't get this people could die. People like you Marianne and it would be my fault." As he sat there working the confidence he normally seemed to melt away. Now there sat a sixteen year old trying to end war and keep everyone who swore there lives to him alive. He had to protect, as he planned for the upcoming day he decide he need to give himself the most dangerous jobs. He could be responsible for there deaths it would hurt to much. :You can stay the night if you like, I know the blankets not very thick so here." With a swift movement he removed his cloak got up laying it over her. "Sorry, I know you'd prefer me not get up and do this but I have, because I care about you, about the others I need to be the best I can for you all." He knew that probably wasn't the answer she wanted, but it was the truth. He gave her a slight smile starting to turn back to his desk.


[center][u][b]Jacklyn[/b][/u][/center]

Jacklyn sipped her wine as filter through reports and information her spy network was vast yet it seemed to have trouble with any place outside of Valm, it didn't matter. She was still angry her troop hadn't caught the champion before he made it to the dock and on to departing ship. Those failures of soldiers were now locked in stockades being pelted with fruit by an angry populace, Rosanne was a beautiful nation but it's people were fanatics for religion. She didn't care, oh sure she'd put on the airs and join them in prayer but really she just wanted one thing, the champion to suffer. She licked her lips and exited the room, out into the grand cathedrals main hall, down below amassed her expeditionary force. Those that would go forth and begin the campaign by gathering those loyal to Naga's church. "I have one last order for you, the Champion will be brought back alive and made to repent for his sins before he is killed!" She smiled as her soldiers cheer, her words invoked the feeling of righteousness in them. 


Grand Cleric Melissa stood nearby her head bowed, she knew her advisory wanted this war but she couldn't understand this need for bloodshed and that young boy, was he to be tortured until he repented? This could not be Naga's way... Could it? She would need time to think, she watched the troops leave, off to begin genocide.