[A] Doubt is a Luxury {Alderan}

((ooc: refers to orders made in this thread.))

With war still on the horizon, and the orders that he was to find Drinian, Glozelle had been given more power than ever, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of it. He was now prepared to haed off to the Narnian camp in order to search for Drinian, and he was taking with him all of his soldiers who were ready. All right - to be fair, none of them were entirely ready. But nothing other than work was ever going to prepare them, and experience, he had found, was the best teacher. A small skirmish was all that was needed to capture Drinian, determine his loyalties, and then carry out Glozelle’s plans – not Miraz’s.

This war with the Narnians, if it could even be called a war, had proved to be a most fortuitous opportunity for Glozelle. In an attempt to dislodge the Old Narnians from their homeland, the power given him as general also enabled him to dislodge Miraz from the throne. Or at least to attempt to. But before he could do much of anything, he’d had to undergo a painstaking process of gathering intel. Michala had not been a great amount of help in this, and he’d had to do most of the work himself. This had, for the most part, paid off for him in a satisfying way; he had discerned from most of the lords just what they thought of Miraz, and all of it was pleasingly and conveniently in congruence with Glozelle’s own feelings.

There was one lord, however, with whom Glozelle had not spoken much as of yet. It was true that, when he could help it, Glozelle did not speak much to anyone. But at this point, doubt was a luxury he could not afford, and he had to be certain of every single man’s intentions here. He had done his share of sneaking around, it was true, but he would allow no one else to. He was, after all, in charge here. The soldiers would answer to him – not to Miraz. They would never again answer to Miraz, after this. And if they did, Glozelle would not be around to see it. Now, he went to approach Lord Alderan Seguir – not one of Drinian’s men, but one who would probably accompany Glozelle on the mission to “retrieve” Drinian all the same.

Glozelle doubted he was going to kill Drinian; at least, not until he got information from him. In fact, Glozelle had never killed a soldier in his own army. He could not swallow it. None of his soldiers had given him reason to. Miraz, of course, was another story. If Miraz ever told him, for some reason, that he had to kill one of his own soldiers, he had no idea what he would do. But he would not think of it now. Because even though he had, in essence, been ordered by Miraz to kill Drinian, it had been a while since Glozelle had any intention of following Miraz’s orders.

He approached Alderan with a trained blank expression on his face. “Lord Alderan,” he greeted him gruffly. “Will you and your men be accompanying me on the mission to retrieve Lord Drinian?”