Derek sensed he had power over her. As much as it displeased him to use her in that way, he wanted to make sure the plan was followed.
Gently he leaned forward, until his nose was of little distance to hers. His blue eyes was deep, as the sea far off the coast, and the small wind made his white hair tingle and move in a transe motion. And he spoke, with a voice that ressembled whispers lost in a deep forest.
''What I recquire of you, is for you to infiltrate their camp. and to drain all their luck away. Before attacking, I will myself visit this camp, with the aid of others. and we will try to convert as much as possible. Once this is done, lacking luck, we will win.''
His eyes never let hers.