Chloetta was ready for whatever was going to happen.  If they attacked without warning or much thought, then maybe Bern was right.  If they didn't then maybe she asked questions.  If that were not an option. . . Then the worst would come to pass.  If it were a possibility, she'd prefer a lack of bloodshed.  Perhaps she could join them to stop her church? No, they were likely too cautious for that.  She was an enemy. Well, they didn't know that yet, but they would. Eventually.  Now, she and Genna needed to play a part.  As victim and healer.

If only to play the part lightly Chloetta spoke to her partner as if she had just finished healing her. [color=yellow]"Luckily, your wounds seem to be healed now.  We'll clean you up later."[/color] She then paid her attention to the Caravan that had just arrived.  The Ylissian troup had arrived and a few of them moved up.  A boy in what she assumed to be Tactician's robes.  She saw them once a long time ago.  He must be the mark. The other two were a man that looked to be at least thirty and. . . What was this girl? A princess of some sort? How. . . Grand.

As if to the whole lot of them, Chloetta voiced, [color=yellow]"Oh? So Ylissian Army shows up. Whatever are they doing out here?"[/color]  Her voice was monotone with no indication of curiosity or sarcasm.  Rather, it sounded more like a question for why they were traveling this way.  She could only hope that the Heretic Champion named himself.