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After studying the map for some time, Imrael goes to the general.
"Sir, if I might ask, what do you plan to do against so great odds? I have some spells at my command that may make the terrain more favorable. IF I had some insight as to your stratagem, I could make your chosen ground much more advantageous."
Upon hearing the sound of men running about and horns going off, Orson got out of his bed and immediately began to don his armor. As he finished Virgil's voice emanated from crystal. Orson listened to him and then Imrael response. "It is not in our favor for them to be ahead of schedule. We needed all the time we could get to prepare for the battle and give ourselves a favorable position."
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As Orson contributes to the discussion, Imrael turns his gaze toward him.
"Sir Orson," rumbles Imrael's smiling face, "you of course speak truth, as always. Given time, I can turn a molehill into a mountain, or a desert into a ever-hungry moat. If I was given a fortnight, I could turn an open plain into an unassailable fortress. But given that this is unlikely, if I can steal but a day ahead of the enemy, where they sought to confront us on open plain, he might find us entrenched on high-ground, casting missiles and insult in great measures.
Hopefully they will find the mountains not to their liking, and we may stand athwart their path as the ever-living rock breaks the wave before it."