Crugeon looked at Phoogli as he always did, at first with disgust at his looks then he remembered Phoogli’s devotion to the town and his loyal service and he lightened his cold hard stare. He listened intently as Phoogli told his story and formulated his thoughts, like a clock the cogs of his mind began ticking away devouring the information and spitting out answers. Crugeon liked to take his time with his thoughts he wasn’t in any manner of means going to put 2 and 2 together and produce 5. Crugeon gazed into the deep colors of the gems in his rings looking for some lost knowledge when he snapped out of his daydream state as easily as he had slipped into it, he knew that name the name Phoogli said as soon as it had rolled from his tongue, Greambalue’s Heart the Forrest he had no emotional tie to but memories of it haunted his nightmares, he did not know why. All he knew was when he was young he had dreams where he would be looking up into the sky through leaves he would turn to his left and see a beautiful young girl but when he turned and looked back to the sky a horrid face was staring down at him covered in warts with teeth protruding out of the lower jaw of his mouth a bag was forced over his head and a blow was dealt to him it was then he would wake up in a cold sweat, for years he searched in every village he pillaged for any information of the man in his dreams it was not until the gypsy village until he finally found what he was looking for the old woman he took the rings from knew the man and told him the name of the Forrest he lay in, in his dreams………Greambalue’s Heart.

edit...... Crugeon looked in cynthia's direction as she spoke she had formulated her plan as he has sat and thought of the past how weak must he look the master general with no strategy. he listened as she detailed her pland and found it suiting of his own needs as she looked to him for his consent he nodded, as she continued he thought of his own agenda for this trip and decided he must join with these troops she thought to send into the Forrest of Greambalue’s Heart when she had finished talking he watched as cynthias gaze flickered in his direction and that of the parent no words were needed they were all connected on this matter and knew something must be done........

Crugeon stood up abruptly and slung his cloak over his robes as he left he bid them a quick farewell and was on his way storming down the entrance to the grand tower that housed the council of the 3. Crugeon rounded up 5 of his best troops jumped on his loyal steed and they set off out the entrance to the town in to the setting sun