All great plans never seem to materialize on the battle field. Such is the way of war, great leaders adjust, adapt.

It has been reported that our leader dinned with the coalition, apparently their long knives left in the cloak room. Failure on the battle field brings bastards, no one claims a kinship until victories have been achieved. Contracts of devotion fall prey to lack of victory. But, as in all things, haste makes waste and I know well and good the inter teachings that Superhawk has been spoon fed as a small savior of his tribe. Seeds have been planted, tricks are in motion, defeat from within has found a soft spot and as sure as a Brown Ownes has fostered a Pryor, can there be nothing left for our enemies but brutal humiliation?

I await another day, the saga continues! LLAW