Ophelia stood there facing her father, head to toe in Fauthmhorian leathers the red crest seemed to glow on her chest, the beacon of betrayal as she knew her father would see it. His war tent seemed so much angier then she remembered, 6 months ago it was just another tent, boring and uneventful to her as she fluttered about the war camp, only meaning to visit her father for a few weeks but now her...