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Myra began to play with her braid. "Well I told the elves what I knew and about the change in plans. I repeated it a few times but they have finally agreed. There is talk that final strategy needs to be discussed before everyone moves out but they will be ready."

There was a silence in the tent. Myra shuffled her feet a little. There really wasn't much to tell. Ephram wanted the elves brought up to speed, to change the plan and they were. Her shoulders moved as she shrugged. "I am afraid that is all."

Pulling off her glove, Myra removed Ephram's ring. "There were no issues, one look at your ring and they believed me." She smiled. Obviously she had returned and was alive so the ring had worked. She held it out for him to take.

"If you don't need anything from me I would very much like to wash up before you start issuing orders for battle or moving out or whatever the next step is. I will of course be here for relaying orders for you between the different groups."

Myra assumed that with the number in both camps there would be a number of seperate factions. Messages might need to be relayed. She wondered again why she was still in the camp instead of back at headquarters waiting for her next regular job.

She couldn't complain much. She did prefer to be on the road, in the open. The issue was more Myra had never pictured herself in a camp about to go to war against the crown. Although depending on who you talked to Ephram was the crown. The whole thing made her head hurt.

She backed up towards the door of the tent slowly. "Give me time to clean up from the road and I will be ready." Myra waited for him to dismiss her.