"So… Ten of my soldiers were detained by the enemy and three have defected, only this Isilt remains of the fourteen I sent to the farmlands? That is a pitiful outcome" Alisart Cleavster spoke gravely.
The undercover operation was always meant as a sort of diversion, or at least, as a distraction, supposed to make the undeads believe that this was the best the south had to offer, but even then, Cleavster was greatly displeased knowing that some of his people had been captured, and he could not come out to try and negotiate something, as the secrecy of this place could not be compromised.
"Did you get to see who exactly it was that betrayed us?"
"I got a good look at the eight that were unconscious, so yes, as I had picked those people myself, I remember clearly who they are… I have a hard time believing that they would turn to treachery" Aramap looked to the side, noticing someone else walking in, a knight that came to whisper something in his ear before leaving.
