[quote=@Soldat Elf] The spider drone started to move on as the entrance guards have their attention to the Carmen’s parley team. It crossed on the different side of the road with ease and was unnoticeable due to its crystallized structure camouflaging the area heading through, kept crawling under the lower part of the wall for a blind spot. Once it arrived on the first target spot. It dropped the bomb like it was laying an egg, sticking on the wooden wall. Same thing on the second target spot. The explosive bomb was placed into two sides of the northern wall. Both sides, on between the edge and the center of the northern wall. Simulating both side breaching spots. The spider drone stood by at the center of northern wall. The spider drone was waiting for the signal. Once it gets breached by the two bombs, it will go to two valuable facilities to sabotage with incendiary bombs. Bombs are still inactive and will be active once Linceleste cast an activation on it, for now it still those are still in standby. [/quote] The mechanical spider managed to slip past the distracted soldiers unnoticed and planted the grenade with no difficulties. However, returning back seemed to be a tall order. As the Captain's group entered the premises, the patrolling soldiers immediately resumed their duty. _________ Meanwhile, Carmen desperately fought a sense of uneasiness when the gate was closed behind him, trying to dismiss it as the usual conduct every military in the world accustomed to. How long has be been? He wondered. They said once you were already part of the hierarchy, you could never get out, apparently his faithful allegiance to the order proved it otherwise. By the grace of Kolya the soldier, the party was led toward the eastern part of the camp, there parked the two enclosed carriages they saw earlier. Next to that carriage, stood two men; One officer wearing a worn-out breastplate painted red, and the other was a monocled officer that seemed to be their quartermaster. In front of those officers, a man dressed only slightly better than common peasantries could be seen prostrating. Even from this distance, it was clear that the two officers didn't seem very happy. [b][b]"[/b]You take me for a blind or a fool?! Half of this week's shipment is ROTTEN![color=ed1c24]"[/color][/b] The officer's outburst made even the deadpanned Kolya stop dead in his tracks, gesturing the party to halt and wait as well. "No one's interrupting Commander Melnik if they know better," he said. It was hard to tell what the other, especially the peasant said in defense, but the keywords were 'mercy' 'thievery' and the rebels pillaging their crops. It seemed Menik wasn't convinced and he dismissed it as the fault of the peasantry, all wrapped in lousy lies. [b][color=ed1c24]"[/color]Carve this in your filthy head. We are here to bestow you yokels security and order, and I and my men are already doing our part, ain't that fair of you to do yours too by obeying the acquisition order? Damn it! Do you want to play that way?! Fine! Soldiers! Give this man twenty-five lashes! A punishment for sabotage by delivering defective goods. Your food will be halved this week. Make sure you say your thanks to our dear Ealdorman. Do it now![color=ed1c24]"[/color] [/b] It was after four soldiers dragged the Ealdorman away, and his cry for mercy resounded in that camp, Kolya then allowed the party to move forward. [b][color=ed1c24]"[/color]Evening, Sir. You've got some guests. They are nobles from Westernant.[color=ed1c24]"[/color] [/b] Melnik squinted, while the appearance of the strangers did not betray the image of the so-called 'nobles', Westernant and the red stripes were hardly allies, and it was the fact that both field commanders knew all too well. Breaking an awkward silence, Melnik glared at his subordinate to continue. "Well, and their names?" "Carmen Andario Friston, son of Duque Galvez Andario Friston, these are my companions, Miss Amaris, Baron Carnathia De Valmont, and Inquisitor Mirielle. We come to you to parley." [b]"They were the assailants... sir. Sergeant Tarin let them in, and said they might have information that might interest you."[/b] The commander sighed in disbelief. Both amused and cautious. [b][color=ed1c24]"[/color]I will be damned! You are dismissed soldier, and Sir Quartermaster, gather some conscripts to unload those grains. I want everything inventoried![color=ed1c24]"[/color][/b] Then he turned again to Carmen.[b] [color=ed1c24]"[/color]Long way from Castediar, Captain Friston. Or should say the Prince in shining armor? You've caused us a great deal of confusion this morning, and now you approached my camp as if nothing happened! What a noble attitude, and we received you with open arms and friendly greetings! I don't remember Westernant Border Guards acting that amicably to those poor refugees seven years ago.[color=ed1c24]"[/color][/b] "I don't think that was our purpose of this parley." It was Carmen's turn to observe the commander; he seemed like a man in his late fifty, with a tall and stocky figure, common characteristics of Native Tretagorian. His nails were clean, and his face was cleanly shaved with hair trimmed neatly. He looked like someone who hailed from an educated background, and somehow, his face wasn't all too unfamiliar. [b][color=ed1c24]"[/color]Westernant shot those poor hicks without a second thought!"[color=ed1c24]"[/color][/b] Rasped Melnik glancing cautiously at Carmen and his companions with an intimidating gaze. The next words came out of him in a bitter scowl [b][color=ed1c24]"[/color]That's something to ponder, ain't that true, Captain Frston? And there is more; today you and your groupies had cost me two men. How could I act like nothing has ever happened? How could [i]WE[/i] approach this parley with cordial intent?[color=ed1c24]"[/color][/b]