Samael had traveled to Santaruz to help the march deal with their bandit problem. Now normally this would be great, he would be able to kill some scumbags, get paid rather handsomely for it, and be even closer to his goal of making it back to Cornwell to reunite with the kids he had abandoned all those years ago, but these were not normal circumstances. He wasn't hired to work with other mercenaries. Oh no, the march had made it clear he would be working with their people and he despised the knights of Santaruz by their reputation alone. Their chivalric and rather naive ideas of what it was to be a soldier made him want to puke. Being a soldier wasn't the glamorous, noble profession they made it out to be rather, it was a profession in which human beings killed other human beings for coin. Hardly noble, if you asked him. However, a job was a job and if this one asked him to work with these knights so be it.
Samael wandered through the knights' encampment looking for the captain who would be supervising this mission, one Melvina Burns. As he wandered aimlessly he couldn't help but notice that the soldiers were all grinning like complete and utter morons. He didn't understand what made these fools smile. They were marching to what for all they know could be the last battle they ever fought. So how in the hell were they smiling? He marched in the direction of the captain's tent and walked inside not quite sure what to expect. Melvina
These last few weeks had been the busiest period in Melvina's career. The standoff with Laus was still going and the staring contest could easily turn into an all out war if each gave the other side a reason to justify it. The knights had been busy keeping order in the Santaruz territory especially near the border. And as if they realized that the soldier were distracted, the bandits from Caelin had found comfortable place in Santaruz. How nice... Laus, the bandits, and even the undead might have conspired to make her life feel like hell. Melvina wondered if she would crack under this pressure soon.
The higher-up had sent her to deal with the bandits. Personally, Melvina would prefer to stay near the border where the more serious threat staring at Santaruz like a predator. But she wasn't the one making the call here so she needed to go with this mission seriously. And now Melvina and her unit had made encampment somewhere near what supposed to be a bandit lair. The scout had done a nice job finding one of their bases. She was proud with the scout's accomplishment. But now the problem was how to take care of the bandits in one swoop. If any of those bandits escaped, they might attack civilians anywhere else which mean more casualties.
The crimson-eyes knight was alone in her tent reading her notes. Her hand sometimes moved the quill pen as she continued formulating several strategies to deal with the bandits. She wanted to make sure that this mission had a good plan and the required manpower to make it successful. This wasn't a game. There would be casualties from her side so she wanted to keep it minimum. Strict and heartless she might be called for, Melvina was still a good captain who treasured her subordinates.
Out of the corner of her eye, Melvina saw a dark-haired man entering her tent without saying anything. Well, she was the one who had dismissed the guards earlier so she couldn't complain about this...sudden intrusion. Still sitting on her chair and both arms crossing on top of the table, the black knight looked at her guest. "Never see him before... A mercenary probably... That should explain the lack of etiquette," she thought. Yeah, all her subordinates knew what punishment they would get for entering her tent without a proper salute so this guy certainly wasn't one of her soldiers.
"State your name and business... I guess you are one of the mercenaries hired for this operation?" Melvina asked Samael. She then began to look for something between a lot of papers on her table.