"It's workable, Lord Tolan, I'll do as you ask!" chuckling a little, the Swordsman said, "Just be sure that you've got everyone on the same page, I would hate for the Wood Elves and the Swan Mays to form an alliance and then decide to turn on us! Okay?""The Elves are not above treachery, I admit," Tolan acknowledged. "But I have no doubt that their scouts have seen the orc army. Elves have no love for orcs, and I am mostly confident that they would rather expend their energy fighting the bigger threat than weakening themselves against the Shadow Riders first. And I personally will do everything in my power to prevent them from violating the treaty and attacking you. I give you my word on this."
"If I may interject something totally unrelated to the issue at hand, I do believe that the men are up to some sort of mischief, sir." said the Lieutenant more than a little concerned.
"Mischief!?!" asked Sterling absently.
"Yes, sir!" replied the Lieutenant evenly, "While Nightrunner was bringing me here, I noticed a large group of our men gathered around a tent. They appeared to be placing bets, but I do not know upon what, sir!"
"Well, let's go find out!" said the Drow Swordsman calmly, "Lord Tolan, would you care to join us? This might prove to be quite educational!"
"Soldiers are soldiers across the Realm," Tolan smiled, rising. "The men in Yarfell's army often go around betting on anything they find, for the fun of it. They may be betting on cards, or perhaps arm-wrestling. They're probably just passing the time and doing no real harm. Perhaps it is something on which you or I might place a wager ourselves. That would amuse your men, would it not?"
