Leon d'Azor goes to raise his head briefly. He stood within the streets of Haelun'or, looking up to the hung Ferry Men. A bird brought forth the missive down before him, it landed upon his shoulder and delievered the parchment. As he read over the speech he had heard aloud, a smile crossed his face. "Such is life, when one marches against the sleeping giant, the Empire. Such is life, when one is repulsed from the fields of the borderlands."