"Roughly seven thousand.. it should be enough to secure anything of importance. We can always find some backup if needed, but I believe that we will succeed.." [i]The wind began to whistle, almost as if picking up. Elisa would look up for a moment, sighing as she offered what appeared to have been some sort of protective shawl for Alric.[/i] "Here.. you don't want sand in your eyes, if there's a storm brewing up. Though nonetheless - we'll manage. I have faith in both of us to find victory."