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Sibernes bowed his head. as if he was in prayer and whispered back "Redemption, Freedom, Liberty for my Comrades" he slowly entered the tent and sat at the head of a long table, the Alliance was chattering amongst themselves until he raised his hand "So Borthers how shall we Pierce the mighty Stronghold of Engel?" he crossed his arms as they threw out suggestions "Charge the gates! breakthrough and slaughter all who stand in our way!" A ragged looking chieftain adorned with Bone and scraps of Iron for armour shouted. "Balderdash!, poison them, block supplies and Poison it, or use a fire attack burn their homes!" a second man challenged he was the polar opposite of the Barbaric Chief, dressed in flowing Red wine robes under which shone bright Bronze Armour. "Listen to me, 'Nobleman' Silence your dishonourable ways of assassins' Craft" "Hah Philistine!" Soon they all broke into Bickering each taking sides, Sibernes sighed grabbed a nearby Dagger and threw it digging itself into the table with a thud they stood frozen in fear. "So My Fellow Wolf tell me of your wisdom, is their an Attack which shall destroy Engel?" he Asked Caliver crossing his arms again.

The wolf listened quietly until his own plans were asked for. "Best to just try the thing that would be most unexpected. We attack during the-" The armored man halted in mid-sentence, letting his gesturing hand fall back to his side. His eyes moved to the tree line just before the man stepped out. Those eyes were smouldering with a curious light, as if studying a new prey. His body assumed a relaxed stance that somehow screamed danger. It looked like he could cut somebody down in half a second. His eyes danced from hand to hand as the letter was passed.

The wolf smiled. His eyes were glazed over momentarily, looking at some distant invisible object. He blinked suddenly, and turned to the messanger. "Who is the lord of the rivers, now? I suppose it doesn't matter." The wolf said as he passed the messenger something. "Just a small token of help for your lord, messanger. Pray, do not lose it." He told the man with a freindly smile, but their was something sly in that smile.

Sibernes read over the note again and again he looked at it Arrogantly "Hmm I only wish to fight my selected foe I do not need Aid nor shall I give it...unless..." he trailed looking at the Wolf "Well Brother Wolf? Would you lead aid to our potential Allies?"

Sibernes scratched his head "I suppose...but How Dishonourable" It seemed that Sibernes still held onto his Ideals of Honour and fairfights as did every Wolf Soldier.

"Perhaps...It will all depend on fate" Sibernes mused, even He was Hesitant to Duel the Wolf Lord even through he had met the reaches of insanity, his skill as a Warrior Could not be tarnished, the winds began to pick up and a distant Rumbling came from the mountains...Lukan's Prediction Was Nigh.

Sibernes had a malicious smirk on his face and his Voice dripped with a mix of malice and a twisted form of Brotherhood "This Army only accepted my call to arms so they could cause the death of Engel or Die trying...A duel will be soon." he chuckled as he adjusted his cloak and checked his armour.

Sibernes shot an equally calm Smile at the Wolf "Engel is a fortress, if I make the first move then we will be crushed, but I know 'Lord' Morte, yes I know him too well." He chuckled as he reminisced his former days in the service of the Wolf Lord and his Kin, having many titles and other names bestowed for his prowess in Battle.