Krah was a stubborn, disgusting pig of a man, and although many men claimed to envy him and his war and women campaigns, none could compare to his crass and crudeness, and most wouldn't dare cross the lines the General trekked either. Truthfully, not many could stomach was he did, what he witnessed and what he'd love through. His life held many risks and many enemies that in his down time, he merely indulged in other means to risk his life though the whores he favored were much less damaging than the bar fights he so often loved to engage.
It took a certain, ruthless individual to even draw up the plans he put together, as if with little effort or calculation. Truth be told, his mind was ever calculating, eyes always on his parameters, ears always listening to everything. If he didn't, he would have been left with a sword in his back numerous times. And he knew how to even guard those who were his rear. His tactics were priceless.
So much that even Captain Waltrip knew what this whole pilgrimage meant- both to 'the God of war', and to the Grand Duke himself. The one thing, it seemed , the General wasn't immune from was the cold knives of the political faves that ran the kingdom.
If Krah couldn't save even the smallest shred of face, the Grand Duke would lose a valuable asset - that if which he could not afford. Even in the brief time spent away with this White Lily, word had gotten around and the mage supporters were starting to gain an upper hand- even though the war still heavily favored the Grand Duke.
The captain had left Krah to his drinks and made his way outside for a smoke. He took a long drag and noticed the White Lily, seemingly asleep by a nearby tree. Np one seemed to disturb her, but it was a strange sight indeed. So curiously he approached and watched her form in silence as he heard his men moving about to prepare for their journey ahead.
