The Malria Chief was not as gullible as Annat might have concluded. Being a shrewd strategist, he knew that he was against a cunning enemy that was both brave and agile. He was able to instil fear in the masses but would be wary of any internal troubles, he was also answerable to his superiors. They demanded regular booty and it was up to the chief to ensure that a regular supply was sent to them otherwise he would lose this coveted position. However, the recent turn of events had him believe in this woman, he still had his doubts, but these were swept repeatedly by the constant reminder of her sacrifices for the new leadership. His soldiers and comrades also held her in high esteem and the stories had reached the rulers in far-off lands providing her with the security that she had long hoped for.
Annat had been a traitor to her people but even traitors have feelings, they might carry out their vices out of fear or pure evil but there are emotions ingrained in them as well. Annat ensured that her footsteps had been blotted and now planned the ultimate move. Her final target had to be wrecked and this is where she had to meet the man that evening who would be doing the task. This was also the time for her to introduce him to the Chief in Malria as this would be the finality of the seal to prove her devotion.
