Matthew had been waiting for the two finish arguing, he'd been asked to be the tactical adviser for the generals. Of course he'd tried to find his teacher, a Grand Master would have been suited to the job yet she had vanished. He'd just finish putting together a plan to please both of them and maybe give him enough time to write in his journal and read up on the ruins.

Finally when he heard the yelling subside he entered the war room. "My lords, I have a solution to your quarrels." Stated the Tactician smiling. "We will gather up some of volunteers and elite soldiers to hunt for the creatures while the main force can fortify. Should the strike fail they can retreat to safety and if they succeed then we can move out more soldiers to continue the hunt with the enemies strength broken." Matthew smiled and gave a bow. "I have detailed troop movements, a list of all recent recruits and soldiers who have advanced skill sets, and your tea and lunch are being brought up. I need to pen a letter, send a runner if have need of me." With that the young genius turned on heel, stopping to spread and out place the lunches of the generals by his reports before swiftly leaving the room.

The young man from Lomitian smiled as he left the room. They would call for him eventually but they would wait to try and make him worry. Generals often disliked Tacticians as they were often the first to question orders. He would to, especially if they were bad orders that got men killed senselessly. Ascending one of the towers he jumped off on to one of the roofs, clambering up to the top he sat back pulling out his journal, quill, and ink. He began to write a letter to his sister, letting her know of how he'd gone from noble, to wandering sell sword, and now a adviser to a large army.

When he'd finished the letter he place everything back into his cloak. Then looked up at the sky, closing his eyes he picture the days when Mankete's flew freely over the mountains and walked these halls. He pictured how foolish and stupid humans must have looked compared to them. How far all the races had come, yet now Manakete's boarded on extinction. He wondered how strong the demons might be if they could destroy a race that powerful, what chance would they stand? Shrugging he sat up and looked out, he wondered if their was anyone worth speaking to among those who had just arrived.