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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5499142" data-attributes="member: 84167">Alexander follows falls in at the middle of the group and rides through the irregulars camp as if they were an honor guard and not just guards. After a few minutes they reach the open area that resides between both camps and enter a truly different area. Each tent is white without a single patch and they are arrayed out in exactly the same manner. They have to the stool and woodpile exactly the same look about them and leave nice neat paths unlike the irregulars hodge podge camp. At the center of this encampment is the command area (as it should be) protected on all sides by troops and within by blue cloak guards standing at every tent.The group dismounts on the far side near a small horse line and walk back to the command area. They are left alone as they advance but Alex knows had he not the escort with him he wouldn't make it a step and a half into this area.A large white tent, inside which stands the smaller guard from earlier and a man in a purple robe with a gold sash going from shoulder to hip. The smaller soilder from before looks nervous and as soon as he sees Alexander he points and in a shaky voice says, "That's him milord. He's the one who spoke to the gnoll and acted like he was The Bear himself."The thin man sitting behind an ornate desk looks at Alexander with precising eyes and asks in a commanding tone. "Really? And who might this boy be?"</blockquote>