Wringing his white hand. There was nothing to be done now. They would all die, if the gleeman told the truth. But Tian was their commanding officer, and if they were to die, and he were to live, he would stand with them to the last. He had to do something to make their death easier. Oh, how much he just wanted to run and cry to surrender to someone, to die by someone's, anyone's blade. But he had a duty. Whatever happened, he had been with these men for many years now, he had fought alongside them in skirmishs against whitecloaks, he had been with them those cold nights out in the forests between towns.

Now he had to do the duty of a commanding officer.

"No, comrade," he says, perhaps too brusquely, but in their state near death, he prays none notice, "There is nothing wrong."

He puts his hand on the shoulder of the Sebban, good old Sebban, the one that always cared about him, the only one that from the begining understood his hatred of Whitecloaks. So many times Tian had been angry at him, that was near unsubordinate behavior, but now it made him nearly lose his sanity and jab that sword through his own ribs.

He then went over to the front of the room. The end was near, and he had to make them die in the most pleasent style for them. Even if they were to die by poisen, they would die with the images in their mind of fighting whitecloaks.

"Comrades! Sleep tonight. Tommorow, the sun will rise upon a glorious and happy day. The sun will rise upon this town this sun will rise upon us, the soldiers of the nation of Amadicia, and for the first time, we, together, as the squad that has been together for all these years, take our first open action against the Whitecloak presence in this town."

He looks around. Most are too near death to cheer, but he sees many smile vaguely.

"As soon as the sun rises, we march on the garrison. Too long have the people of Amadicia pretended that there is no king, that the Whitecloaks and their filthy Lord Captain Commander rules this nation. But that is a lie! You know it as well as I. You know there is a rightful king, a man that should and would rule Amadicia without the help of the Whitecloaks and their methods of torture. Tommorow, we will come down upon them, our swords drawn. Tommorow, their precious red cloaks will be stained red with their own blood, and the people, hearing the call of their rightful king will come to our aid. The Nation will be in revolution. The whitecloaks will be eliminated! And you, soldiers, will have started the purge. Tommorow, we do this together, as a squad."

It was too much. With that, Tian fled the room to the private dining room.