Lore sat upon his charger surveying the City. The first two towns the White Council forces patrolled had gone without incident but he was not so naive to believe agents of Vice were not scouting their numbers and location. Even now the dark armies were likely gathering, preparing to strike. Lore looked to Lady Hoffs who sat elegantly upon her steed. The Keeper of the Halls had insisted on coming on the patrol herself. Lore did not doubt her ability on the field and in fact found her more capable then she believed herself but he knew her name would draw the fire of enemies. He would stay close in case... A star flew from the shadows, missing Hoffs by inches, deadly poison dripping from its barbed edges. An assassin appeared from the shadows, undaunted by the failed first attack, he jumped onto the altar and launched a series of attacks upon Gilfane's famed leader. Hoffs deftly turned her horse, parrying the assassins strikes with her shield. The assassin unable to land a critical blow, retreated in a cloud of smoke as the soldiers of Gilfane rallied to their leader's side. "Sir Vincent of B^A" Ter Yaap Art muttered under his breathe. As if that explained everything he disappeared into the shadows, on the hunt for the would be assassin. *** The Patrol would make it way through Minoc, Jhelom, Ocllo, Moonglow, and Britain facing minimal resistance. It seemed even with the plans of the patrol leaked, the Vice armies were not prepared to meet the organized forces of the White Council. It had been many ages since the forces of Virtue fielded a sizable contingent and its unlikely the dark armies expect to meet such strong resistance. Now that the White Council tipped their hand, there was no doubt the armies of Vice would rally to counter.