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The General pondered for a moment, considering all that the blue-haired woman was telling him. They weren't numerous but they were hardy and determined. Numbers alone could never win a war, something Trivius knew very well. Perhaps these people weren't as pathetic as he once thought.

"You make an interesting argument," The General remarked, "Return the Emperor to us, safely, and my forces will withdraw from the area. I would like to make one condition though: a garrison of my soldiers will stay here under supervision of one of my more competent captains...to protect the interests of the Empire."

The General paused for a moment, sipping some wine from his chalice before speaking again. "I see Kenern as something of value to the Empire, possibly a future ally. To see you fall to the Arkanine or the Assu'sair would be a shame, the garrison stationed at this camp will be small...nothing you can't handle."