"Gods above... what are you doing?!" Cassian yelled, covering his mouth in horror.
"Extracting troop deployments," Syra answered calmly. She turned a page in her diary and kept her quill ready.
Lucian stepped in front of the human diplomat, his deep-earth steel armor clanking noisily. "Halt this madness right now! General Boros is a high-ranking officer of the Fourth Continent. His forces surrendered the valley. He is an honorable prisoner of war and entitled to basic dignity!"
Iron-Scale wiped his dagger clean on his leg armor. "Dignity does not win campaigns, Apostle. Actionable intelligence does. We need to know the exact cavalry numbers waiting for us across the central plains."
