Alexander Novikov would have been informed about the dealings in Orenian lands by a comrade, he would take a moment to consider, leaving himself in thought as he pondered. Whatever he would have thought about would quickly escape his mind, he would simply adjust his beret, his hand then lazily resting over the hilt of his blade as he turned to his comrade, gesturing for them to mount their horses as they passed through Haense lands, the young soldier, his eyes showing naught but determination would mutter the very words that had been engrained into his being, "Krusae Zwy Kongzem,".