[i]As the two stepped out of the tent, a fireball soon flew overhead, slamming into a row of tents that were beside them. The soaring flames reached high, while a man approached the two. A.. fairly old man.[/i] "Commander-" "Gods damn these Tribune!" [i]Lee interrupted his messenger entirely, though for good reason. Lee was certainly old, perhaps in his sixties or seventies, yet kept himself militarized and primed: he still seemed muscular, his face both shaven bald and his chin without a beard, while his eyes, as dark blue as they were, came to Cain and Lilly.[/i] "There you are, Coldbourne - meeting's cancelled, I've got fires to be putting out. It's a damn trap, Tribune must've caught on already. I told the captains that this was a trap in the making, but they didn't listen!" [i]Odd. That a captain wouldn't follow instructions. Lee had begun to assist the efforts in drowning out the fire - Lilly could certainly work with him for a time, while Cain could initialize a retaliation to the Tribune attack.[/i]