FOERDE
Fhylie the Sword promises the aid of her order in recovering Gale.
"The monks near the Manslayer's country will help you. I wish I could go with you-- but right now there are problems within the Order. The eastern chapters are close to splitting away, I fear. This war could bind us back together, or tear us apart. I need to stay to guide things in the right direction.''
FOERDE
"You are giving me more help than I expected." He says. "Shame though, I am sure she would have been thrilled to see you in action. I've told about some of our adventures back in the day. Near obsessed with those stories that child is, that and anything to do with the Huntsman, Mad Maeve and the like." He says.
Foerde offers her his arm. "I'll send word once I get her back and If you need me.. Well I won't be to hard to find." He says to her.
Once she takes his forearm and he takes hers and they shake. "For glory and honor."
Letting go of her forearm, he give Fhylie a grim smile and then walks away. Foerde has done some crazy things in his life but he has never chased an Elf into their own lands, even he knows that is suicide. Yet this is important, more important than this damned war (in his opinion). Though with this war coming to close he won't feel bad for taking away some its heroes...
Foerde searches the camp for Cormac...
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle and forgets the blood. What ever history remembers of me if it remembers me at all, it shall only be the fraction of the truth.