[h2]Kreznik Broeke 
Spymaster of the White Wyvern[/h2]

Andronika might have been surprised, or perhaps she expected, th greeting she received as she returned to her quarters. 

“So now we are joined to another faction; on the march to fight another. Or at least we will be after tomorrow. ” Kreznik chimed from the corner of her quarters; peeling an apple. The slightest of dust on his boots hinting at the ledge he must have perched on to overhear her conversation with Arel. 

A slice of apple disappearing as he took in her ensemble. A look crossing his face with an upraised eyebrow.

“Did he offer a marriage as well to seal this deal in advance?” His tone dry but a slight tightness in his shoulders. 

A breath released it and he set the apple not a paternalist it’s peeled skin. 

“Anyways, I took the liberty of sending a runner back to the main body. I assumed you would approve.” 

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[b]Ebengrenzstadt[/b]

It was with little fanfare that the Hound made his way into the White’s headquarters. His horse exhausted and the the rider little better off. Liam Calvary uniform bore the hard miles of his sprint as he made his way past the gauntlet of guards, aides and officers that had seemingly increased in his absence. No doubt a consequence of the three thousand extra men that had arrived. 

The Hound clutched the dispatch as he surmounted the final pair of guards for the war room. 

Loan, Alberic and Vassos discussing something of the army that had sprung in Andronika’s absence. 

“Sirs.” He started. To the uninformed; his calvary uniform and markings were that of the regular army. To those of the inner circle; he was clearly a Hound. Which meant his word could only have come from a few people as the majority of the inner circle was within walking distance. “Spymaster Broeke sends word. We have an alliance with the imperials in the west. The army is to march for Elvesland. We will meet the Lady and the western imperials on the road. 

He passed over the dispatch. The simple seal of a dogs head on the parchment. The words within a more detailed instruction of Liam’s news. Though the dispatch, penned in Kreznik’s hand and bearing his signature, seemed to indicate this was Andronika’s wishes.


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