Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160804204820

"You're suggesting I draw a false map for him." Ishien said, sipping his tea.

"Even if I was willing to paint myself as a liar and someone who cannot be trusted, just attemping that would likely go over poorly.  Were you to succeed in rescuing Leya, Daireg would not submit defeat and return home.  He would escalate violence.  We would wake up to the news of an abrupt mass murder or some other terrible atrocity.  He does not submit and takes being cheated as a personal insult.  He would create further chaos until I gave him what he wanted.  Daireg is not someone who can be bargained or negoiated with, he is a man of extremes, and will go to extreme measures to achieve his goals."

The group left the docks, circling around the city's wall, and came out on a savannah plain with rolling hills, dotted by farms as far as they could see.

Crimson took them down the center of the road, and after about a half hour of trudging over the dirt trail, they came to a large collection of tents.

"Here we are.  Warcamp.  Goin' ta go check in at the command tent see what there is.  Follow if ya want."

He made for the center of camp, towards a large tent where he was likely awaiting news from advisors and the like.