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"That is unnecessary," replied War-Master Riverdane, shaking his hand infront of them. "I am comfortable sleeping with my men at that, and incase orc assassins show up - it is likely the safest place to also be."

One might be curious if that was Zarosian humor, or if he was serious at that. "If such accomodations are presented to my men, then I will let them decide, where they wish to stay. For the mot part however, it is best - that you and I talk in private."

His tone wasn't that of a demand, more like a request - and his tone didn't betray the sound of greed or lust at that. As likely many a ruler had gazed upon her and likely wished to join her bed. Rather his tone was that of a military commander, taking one victory as a necessity to plan for the next one at that. "It's best, that we talk about this orc attack. In addition, the likely casualties and future."

Riverdane and Zaros was more than most accomodated with the idea - that the war wasn't won, until the enemy was beaten, broken and that you could see with your own eyes - that they wouldn't be a trouble for any particular future. "If you'd be so kind, as to share information and maps, over some tea - that would be very accomodating," he added - showing that underneath that gruffy and warrior-king persona, there was still the hint of royal decour and blood.