After writing up her own report, she is handed Kurn's, skims through the yard of parchment, and then walks over to him.
"So, while I appreciate your assessment, this sounds almost like an excuse for why you didn't kill him." She smirks, holding up her hands. "No offense, of course. You're more than a match for me, but-" she glances around at the soldiers and the many banners, "Milara is the single most powerful wizard I've ever heard of. We need more than swords to kill him, if that even becomes a possibility."
*Kyle reads Kurn's message on the way to the Ulgrids with the journal of the star metal. He writes the following reply*
Your assessment is quite accurate. Although...in my opinion... we caught him flat-footed. I do not think he expected us then and that was fortunate for us. We also must assume Milara will be better prepared should we encounter him again. Still...we did thwart him and we should be proud of ourselves.
We can rest on these laurels for a brief time...but not for too long. Milara will indeed retreat and regroup. Time will tell how that will turn out.
Till we meet again,
Kyle Pandorn
Stygian casually peruses through Kurn’s report a couple of times, then slips it into a leather courier pouch that contains all of his own personal observations, details on the conduit, its current location, troop numbers and placements, possible political ramifications, etc. He buttons up the top, seals the opening with a blob of black wax, affixes his personal seal, and summons his familiar.
Without looking at the little red pit creature he says “Take this to the Oraculum Mortis immediately.” Having completed his duty to his master, he was sure the wraith hiding in the shadows of his study would also report his actions.
*As he reads the report from Kurn he grins, proud of his fellow weapon master in arms. He files it in the small desk of his war room before resuming his dailey sword exercises. After, he compares notes with the Green Dragon cult and sits contemplating if we'll wait this long for another go at Milara. Vrebel then breakes out some fine dwarven ale in tribute to the victory and the fall of Milara's minions and the success of the group.*
In a remote clearing deep in the woods Foresta stands in the centre of the solemn circle, an ancient and runed yew staff to hand she draws in the dust while recounting Kurn's tactical assesment. "There are things here of the great fight between a collection of heroes from many divided and dedicated organisations brought together, drawn as it were by the terrible scheming of Milara, whose tactics were exposed to this group. Regardless of the useful tactical tree this taciturn Dwarf Kurn has brought us - what we must also consider is the bigger forest, the binding of forces drawn like moths to the flame, the greater the flame the greater the moths. This is the balance! the balance at play." She ascends her mighty staff for effect, regenerating like the world itself. Before adding " For the moment we are fleetingly free of peril. Let us use the time wisely."
She tilts her head for effect and looks at her audience. General Silkwood seems little interested indeed he is more concerned with a hazelnut between his claws. Big Pinna, and Uncle Auricle, a pair of white rabbits ears up, heads down are clearly lost by now. Captain Charli the cheetah actually never even pretended to be listening - but she had always been cheeky!
Foresta realises it has been a losing battle. "Well it is all there in Kurn's book if we need it again. Books eh who needs em."