Nastia Cross looked up as her assistant hurried into the room. "Nas," she said addressing her friend of many years, "the reports are finally arriving." Nastia sighed. The Citadel of the Fallen had been a ghost town of late. The War Council had stopped meeting and the citizens were absent. Rumors among the common soldiers were sketchy at best but put together painted an agonizing picture. "Warlords Linkin and Proof have disappeared from the realm," the assistant continued. "They were last seen over a month ago, but the reports don't have any specifics. It is possible that they were captured and killed." "Or maybe they finally had enough," thought Nastia. It hurt her very much to admit this but the entire War Council had grown more dissillusioned lately. Their efforts to rebuild the township and honor the name of Sir Dupre had completely stalled, not to mention the newest soldiers in the ranks did not have the same level of respect and dedication seen in the veterans. "The reports on Warlord Viktor are even more disturbing, Nas. He has truly defected. My informant saw him at council with many of our missing troops. They've made good on their threats to take matters into their own hands." Nastia motioned to her assistant to take a seat as she shuffled through the stack of reports. She very much admired Warlord Viktor. He was a take-charge leader who was never happy to deal with what he called "bureaucratic nonsense". He spoke his mind at all times. "I am not surprised," said Nastia. "Of all the Council, he was the most outspoken against the stagnation that had taken hold of late. While I commend his initiative, my focus, no my worry is the lack of defense within the Citadel. We have a bare fistful of new recruits and only several veterans left. This report here illustrates just how naked we are to attack. Viktor stripped the garrison of what little protection we had left." She dropped the papers onto her desk and pushed back her chair. Walking to the window, she looked out upon that which was her pride. The township had grown to be a beacon in a harsh world. The citizens used to stroll the streets with the code of Honor of Sir Dupre in their hearts. She sighed again. For the first time in a very long while she felt fear. The Citadel was no longer safe. She raised a hand to her cheek, startled to find tears leaking from her eyes. Determined, she hurried back to her desk to pen a missive to the Queen. "Take this to Castle British. The Queen must know of this situation and the impending collapse of the TB faction. Do not return here. Speak with the Head Scribe. He will have a place for you. I must flee. "There is blood in the water."