Kaleb frowned light at her for thinking this was some laughing matter. "Who said anything, about fighting two armies? You fight along side my men, and they'll have your back. You will find that my men have a greater sense of honor and respect then some Imperial, no offense." He added at the end with a smirk. "I'll let you think about it." Kaleb said, walking away from her side and down towards the river and waterfall in the clearing.

Kaleb listened to her as she told him her name, Memory. "Memory.. that's..." He started, his mind a little hazy. For some reason he thought about the dream he had, dying on some lost lost battlefield, the crying women. Suddenly he snapped back to reality. "...a nice name." He concluded giving her a warm smile, listening to her explain that if his men didn't kill her, her own would. "Then why not take up a sword, and fight for your right to live and love.." He wasn't quite sure why the second part came up.

Kaleb listened to Memory explain her side of the story. Maybe she had a rougher childhood then he'd originally thought. "You know.. We are not so different, you and I. Perhaps however, you are looking for the wrong man's love." He said, giving her a more inviting glance. "Kaleb, my name is Kaleb." He introduced, since they never properly did. Kaleb's wavy golden hair swayed in the morning breeze. His green eyes shimmering under the suns rays.

Kaleb gave a glance over to Memory as they walked along. She was harder on herself then he was to her. "Why must you talk like that. You expect me to believe that you've grown tired of living? Like you've had it rough?" Kaleb questioned looking on ward into the forests. His eyes slowly started to sink in sorrow.

"When I was a boy, can't remember how old anymore, I was abruptly awakened by my father shouting 'fire' in the middle of the night. We scrambled for the downstairs, smoke so thick I could hardly take breath. My mother hesitated, going back up to get grab my baby sister. My father and I hardly made it to the outside, before our torched home collapsed. Imperial soldier greeted us outside, claiming our villagers were traitors. My father told me to run.. and I never saw him again." Kaleb slowly regained himself. "Surely you must know the error of your fathers ways. We as a people can not allow his reign to continue this way."

Kaleb walked up to his tent, pushing open the fabric door. "Your up. Well no need to stay in the tent all day. Come on out, get some fresh air. Stews boiling if your hungry." He said to her looking around to a few of the others that still didn't trust Memory. "They don't trust you. But since I do, they trust in my decision." He explained to Memory.

"We're just waiting to hear back from our scout who is trying to arrange a meeting with your father and his men. Perhaps we could put an end to this blood shed and bring some peace back into the world." Kaleb said, just leading them on a small stroll throughout the camp. Nearby there were men practicing their sword skill, sparring with wood swords and bamboo.

Kaleb was up a good hour early talking with his scouts and linesmen. Word was that the imperials were falling back to the capital. They would plan out there next move carefully and swift. Kaleb knew he had little time to waist. Kaleb send one of his diplomats to try to establish a peaceful hearing. Perhaps to talk about a peace treaty and Memory's exchange.

It was disturbing how he was approached by one of the men. The argument of retaliation for what the king has done. That by killing Memory, they could achieve some satisfaction. "You touch her, your a dead man!" Kaleb threatened. His fellow soldier was hesitant but still grabbed his weapon. Kaleb however didn't. "Take your sword Kaleb, I will kill you where you stand." His guard responded.

Kaleb lowed into a low defensive stance, both hands grabbing hold the hilts of his katana and short sword. Kaleb pulled out his katana bringing it high near his face, before holding it low and behind his back. The stand off was epic to anyone who was watching around camp. He concentrated on his training, to know the opponents next move before he himself knows it. Suddenly he was charge and the soldier brought his sword down in a powerful clop motion. At the same time Kaleb jumped back, his katana slicing upward with one hand. The two samurai jumped apart getting some room. No hits seemed to have been taken. But slowly the stance of his opponent withered and collapsing to the ground.

Slowly Kaleb holstered his sword. He knew he wouldn't have any more debates with his men.