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In the aftermath of yesterday's incident, Morden had elected to stay in the vehicle the entire time. While he certainly didn't expect their prisoner of war to be able to operate the tattered truck, he also didn't trust Vangar royalty as far as he could throw them. And Morden could throw them [i]pretty[/i] damn far if he wanted. So he watched Colette like a hawk until he was sure, without question, she had fallen asleep. Then, he traded watch shifts among his fellow WARDENs, and eventually got some sleep himself, waking up slightly later than the others. 

By the time he had reached the group, he was wide awake and giving the princess a stoic glare. She was capable of using magic, the kind of magic with combat applications. However weak or potent it was, that was enough of a reason to treat her as if she were always armed. Morden leaned over Gerard's shoulder and tuned into the conversation with Veld. He caught the man's instructions, and then gave Gerard a look at his comment about the road trip.

[color=a90000][i]"No,"[/i] that is the opposite of what this means, Gerard,"[/color] He said. [color=a90000]"It means we are doing what we are [i]meant[/i] to do, following orders. When we are done, [i]then[/i] perhaps we'll be able to continue. We are WARDENs for a reason."[/color] 

And then, over the telekinetic spell, he added, [color=a90000][i]And do not forget she's [b]armed.[/b][/i][/color]

Morden turned back to the screen, addressing Veld. He kept his voice quiet, in case someone was spying on them right now. [color=a90000]"In case the others have not informed you yet, the "Palatine" was armed with mechanical soldiers. Not the same ones that Vangar uses on a regular basis, but ones that are fully capable of replacing power armored soldiers entirely. Among the wreckage of that airship, many of them were still intact, with only superficial damage. They were armed with built-in weapons. Grenade launchers, gunblades... That was not a level of force one brought for diplomacy, Vangar royalty notwithstanding."[/color]

Nothing on the overly serious WARDEN's face, or in his grim tone of voice implied he was thrilled about this. [color=a90000]"I personally engaged one, standard infantry would [b][i]not[/i][/b] stand a chance against them. They may have intended to spring a Trojan Horse upon arriving at their destination."[/color] 

[color=a90000]"I'm sure you will put that information to better use than us, sir."[/color]