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Myra felt terrible. Following the spy had not gone the way anyone had hoped. Sure, they had learned a great deal and now tactics could be changed but she had found out the spy was doing so out of urgency and protecting his family, not maliciousness. The fact that he actually sided with Ephram made it almost unbearable.

Myra played with her braid as Ephram talked of changing to a frontal assault. She didn't know much about military tactics but that sounded more dangerous and with more chances for high casualty numbers than their previous plan. Myra dropped her braid as Ephram turned to face her.

"Elven camp....got it...." She stood there for a moment. "I should have something from you, so they don't think I am making it up. They don't know me and might think it is a ploy. Perhaps a letter with your mark? Something to prove that what I tell them comes from you?"

She felt guilty asking it of him as she watched Ephram lay out on his bed. He was clearly tired and there was still more to be done in the morning but she knew from experience she could not just walk into a camp and expect them to listen to her without proof of who sent her. He ordered the others to rest and Myra waited.