Snippet #1252028

Elector Count Boris turned and looked at Lady Amara, like Amara he didn't hide his...Frustration with the current situation. Personally, he found it very disappointing that the Lords, Barons and Dukes of Ostermark couldn't behave themselves and were bringing Civil War to his doorstep; it was the comforting thought that Amara had come and reported this to him, showing she was loyal to him...Well...Lyal enough to turn for the correct man of authority rather than pleading for neighboring lords for an army.

"Very well," Boris said and nodded to what Amara responded and then sighed heavily to, both physically and mentally, calm himself, "I am, on the other hand...Pleased that you told me of Dayton's...Unpractical methods. No...Dayton has a lot to answer to. He better have some answers or someone will be hanging from a tree."
Though Boris was referring to Dayton, he uncoinciously picked the words so that he wouldn't be making any promises. After years of being involved in politics he had picked up that bad habbit of making double-meaning sentences.

"Sir Sigfried, I'd be more than glad if the Dead Heads accompanied me with this. I doubt that the White Wolves will have much interest in our local politics, after all, Chaos is always pressing our borders, so I would believe they are needed elsewhere. Thank you again for your, and your order's, support," Boris said politely to the Knight of Morr.

"The army will be assembled tomorrow. We will leave at sunrise, so be ready. Ah there you are," Boris said as one of his advisers came in, "Have rooms prepared for our guests. They are guests of honour, thus what they wish, they shall have. Please, excuse me."
With that said Boris turned to overlook the preparations for the long march tomorrow.