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All eyes are up as the Faq flight descends on the camp. The road is filled with Jetstone troops, and a single soldier runs toward Tramennis and Adam Antium as they stand and watch.|||
Tramennis receives Jillian in his tent. They sit on opposite sides of a wide table. Tramennis sits elbows on the table, hands clasped, chin in hand, and is flanked by Antium on one side and two warlords, one male and one female, on the other. Behind him is a great radish banner. Jillian sits hands on knees, bareheaded, with Duncan Scone at attention on her left. On the table is one large unrolled map, three rolled, a stack of paper, a quill and ink, and a magic hat.|||
Closeup on Jillian, head dropped in disappointment and eyes sliding to the side in derision.|||
Closeup on an obstinate Tramennis, fists on table, flanked by Jetstone arms and backed by his banner. The map in front of him is a detailed one of a small area; each hex is as big as his hand and contains a detailed representation of the specific shape of the Forest within it.|||
Closeup at a strong tilt of Jillian looking stern and Duncan looking down to regard her expressionlessly.|||
Outside the tent, the camp is in full activity. Sourmanders are guided off the road, as men stand in ranks. A Warlord gives orders to a small group of soldiers, as another hand beckons someone over. Three men, possibly quartermasters of some kind, stand at tables covered in weapons, either distributing or repairing them. To the rear, two Battle Bears, one wearing a hat, walk beside a giraffe cloth golem.|||
Prince Tramennis: Then you may have to attack alone.
Our alliance with Haggar is a bit... precarious. If we commit our main force to a ground battle now, we'll be left weakened.
When Prince Sammy arrives, he may *ehem* re-evaluate his strategic priorities.
He's the type, I'm afraid.
Closeup on Tramennis, who lifts his right hand palm-up as if physically offering a new solution.|||
Closeup on Jillian gesturing back pointedly with her left hand.|||
Arms folded across the table, Tramennis looks down in consternation.|||
The Gobwin Knob forces are in disarray. Ansom, with his black eye, is speaking to a cloaked trooper while another stands in the middle, arms wide, while two twolls stand nearby, one carrying an axe.|||