"Raise high the black flags, my children. No prisoners. No pity. I will kill any man I see with pity in him." Merchant Prince Mithius of Ker'nor calls to his ragtag band of sellswords, bodyguards and ruffians. The lardy elven lord looks around the vicinity from atop his great stallion, angrily grumbling as he sees none of the other elven bannerforces about. "Hah, the good seeds and clans of the dominion fail to produce a worthwhile army like my own!" The bombastic bloated Mithius laughs heartily untill some wanderer passes them by, scoffing out "The others marched off five hours ago, halfwit." And with that, they fall back to forge tales of their valour at the missed battle in true Dalma fashion.