"I won't make your swear, to my cause. Not your life, nor your men's lives. Not to me. All that I ask of you is that you continue to give this cause a chance, and that you continue to give your people a chance. Win or lose.. we go with a fight." [i]Freya sighed, placing the empty glass upon the wooden railing, as her gaze would then return to the center of the encampment, lights and pieces of shining glass gleaming off of her orange eyes. She lightly drummed the wooden surface, sighing once more to herself as she looked over at Alric once more.[/i] "I did mention that I preferred honest allies, after all." [i]She smiled a little, her gaze turning away, back to the encampment.[/i]