Lenata's familiar reported that a nearby country had spoken ill of her. Whether or not it was accurate was of little concern; that act alone was akin to a declaration of war. [Looks like I'll have to give them a reminder about showing respect!] Then, at the conclusion of the battle, she and her mount stood alone upon the silent field of corpses, a grim bundle of war souvenirs suspended from her hand. As she rode away, she taunted, [I'm sure you'll rebound from this little setback in no time. Call me over to play again once you've grown some more soldiers, 'kay?]