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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Diplomacy 31 vs. DC 20</span></span>
Chief Rodrim looks more relaxed than yesterday when he lets you into his home. That neither you nor Boric wear open steel this morning likely has something to do with it. The older man gives Boric's armorsilks a strange look. From the look on his face, you suspect that the man has never seen the great triumphs of the King's khemists. At least, not without some form of armor covering it.
In the war room, Sir Damien nurses a cup of tea in his gauntleted hands, his lips curling into a smile as you enter the room. Dame Fiona barely notices you enter, as she pours over the map in thought, carefully placing little soldiers upon it and then evaluating them.
Natasha sits on another side of the round table, with someone new looming behind her. A man with fiery red hair and a long flowing beard, with a stripe of bright blue warpaint down one side of his face. If you remember your studies of the Highlander Tribes, its meaning is 'valor', and it may only be worn by the tribal champion. Different from the warpaint of your youth, where you and the other girls among the garrison would paint black daffodils under one eye as a sign of solidarity.
You nod in respect at the priestess and her champion.
The champion appraises you for a moment, and Boric as well, before returning a grim nod.
Natasha boggles at you as you take your seat. She rubs her eyes, as if she does not believe what they are telling her, and then stares at you again. When her eyes drift to Boric, they nearly pop out of her head, before settling into a very strange expression. Different than Chief Rodrim's, for where his was filled with suspicion, hers is defined by the very wide and cattish smile that has spread across her face.
"Lady Louise, I think I've gained a new appreciation for those... you call them armorsilks?" She leans back and looks up at her champion with bright and star filled eyes. "Eren, do you think the lowlanders would s- bwagh!"
The champion, Eren, raised his hand and cut off her words by conjuring a ball of clear, cold water and dumping it on her head. "Down girl."
Natasha pouts, conjuring up a warm summer wind to dry herself off. As she works on that, her champion looks at you, and then to Damien. "I've mustered forty good men from the land, strong sons, and a handful of daughters who fight better than their brothers. They think we'll be marching on the Roslands, given your banner's a friend, Dame Louise."
"Best they think that for now," you tell him with a nod that he returns. "What say you of their capabilities."
"They've courage and they can follow orders well enough," Eren looks down at the map with a frown. "We've good maille and steel, and each of them has killed goblin and orc before, so I've faith in their ability to clear the town of any monster those bastards conjured up. That tower, though, would be a problem for them."
