Caroline bowed. "I was just bringing the Champion to your room General. Sadly I have duties to attend to, he will answer your questions and speak with you. Afterwords you may see the Exalt, the Champion will be busy attending to the Shepherds." She gracefully turned and walked away. 

Jacob stepped into the room quietly, this General was most assuredly lying about one thing or another. He had learned much of how individuals carried themselves, how to tell man from a women by how they walked, vocal patterns, sentence structure, and build. The General was not a man, at least not from what he'd seen. He waited a moment until Caroline was gone and no servants remained in the hall before he spoke. "I'm Jacob, the proclaimed Champion of Naga and you General are not a man are you?" He asked in confident voice.

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[b][i]Grand Cathedral, Rosanne.[/i][/b]

Jacklyn looked over reports on possible commanders to send to Ylisse, she needed someone expandable and willing to die to achieve the goal. Someone who was glory hungry enough so she could send them with a force across the sea to begin preparations for the Crusade. Finally she made her choice, a young noble boy sent to them to make a name for his family. Varrus, perfect for what she need, she would assign him the failures from day at the port. Then they could set sail for Plegia and rally supporters and fantics. The point of this was to cause chaos and destabilize the area before the Crusade arrived in force. If the boy could do that then she would bring him home if not then she'd send his father a flower or something. 

A servant arrived with a glass of wine and fresh cheese for her, she looked at the young boy whom had brought her the treats. "Find the young Lord Varrus and tell him the Grand Master requests his presence. He is to be given an important mission." the boy left the tray beside her as the women poured her wine she smiled, soon the Champion would lay dead and she could sleep easy.