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Hans picked up Dämons Fluch as the High Priest led him threw camp. Not different than any man was how Verza described himself. But he was the High Priest! The leader of the Templars, protector of all that was good in the world! Surely there must be something special, something unique, about the man for him to have been by God for such a Holy position. There was no way someone as lowly as Hans would ever become the High Priest, he almost shuddered at the nearly blasphemy of the thought.

"We have spys in the city. We know the city as well as the demons and wretched creatures inside." Verza said, drawing Hans out of his thoughts. "We have plans, we have lit the pyre. That is a signal for the scouts. they will open the gate for us, and lets say..... Make a few new entrances."

Hans nodded, trying to make sense of what had been said. He personally had never before been privy to the plans of operations, but battle was battle and battle was what Hans was good at. He wouldn't know for certain what the plan was until he saw a map of the city, but the few things the High Priest had said had already gotten his brain churning. "Multiple entry points, multiple attacks. Spread them thin and given them a lot to worry about. Also allows us to dictate where the battle will occur. Must assume that we are outnumbered. The entry points will be narrow. That gives us the advantage. They won't be able to deploy their numbers effectively, forces them to fight on equal terms..." Hans voice dropped off as he continued to think. He really would need to see a map to gain a full understanding of the situation and possible plans for the battle to come.