Strange Scouting Reports.

Siris, moving with his usual quiet steps, approaches you.

"Ulric." He greets you flatly "We have found something."

You gesture for him to continue, and he does so.

"About six hour's travel north of here, some of my scouts discovered some ruins. Normally, this wouldn't mean anything to them, but these ones were being guarded by soldiers. Acraecian soldiers."

You frown. "What would Acrae want with Estaran ruins?"

"Whatever it is, we must take it first."

Your frown deepens. "Maybe. How many men would we have to commit? What where their numbers?"

Siris cracks a small smile.

"Only twelve of them."

Your own savage grin meets his.

"Get my armor. We attack today."