[h2][color=SlateGray]Sidskold (Black Army HQ): Coralie D'Ambois and Momin Assinger[/color][/h2]

Coralie was getting fitted for a suit of armour when Assinger read the letter from 'S' to her.  She winced slightly as the aid fastened the breastplate to the backplate, "It's a bit tight across the chest," she commented.

"It's a good fit," Assinger replied, from where he stood, propped against one of the wooden pillars in the manor house they used as their headquarters, "But I suppose the armour is designed for a man rather than a woman and you aren't used to wearing the stuff either... were you listening to what I was saying?"

"What?  Oh... of course.  Someone has given us the order of battle for the Red Army.  Useful, but not something we couldn't verify with scouts anyway," Coralie replied distractedly, as the armourer approached her with e blackened lobster-pot helmet, "I'd rather just wear a secrete under a hat," she informed him, "I find the others rather heavy."

"It does imply the Reds don't field too many more troops than we do," Assinger commented, bringing the conversation back to the letter.

"It does... though I don't like the means by which we received this information," she pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly, "I don't like people who sell out their liege.  If this 'S' will give up Ariana's secrets, there's no reason they wouldn't do the exact same thing to us if the wind blows in a different direction."

"True enough," Assinger nodded, standing up properly and stretching his shoulders as he prepared to depart, "So what do you want me to do with it."

"Nothing... for now," Coralie replied, "If the battle goes our way and this 'S' decides he wishes to join with us, he may.  For now though, we assume every man marching under the Red Wyvern is an enemy."