He inclined his head slightly and offered a small unconcerned shrug of his shoulders. "We will not. There is not enough land between their hunger and this castle, and the human royalty will put up a fight, but it would eventually require a retreat. We will see how bold they are," he remarked. He had listened to many accounts of how the Ottoman's moved their people, diplomats and military.

"Perhaps when they do come to my front door, you shall negotiate on my behalf," he remarked casually. He would be very interested to see how Lenore performed diplomatically with an army in front and behind her; he theorized that she could make ground no matter the situation. If he was wrong, he would simply crush the army waiting on his doorstep and scatter their bodies throughout the land to blame the Wallachia royalty and provide them fame. Hell, he might just do it anyway to prove the futility of conquest he resided.

"Military strategy is about knowing your armies strengths and weaknesses, when to employ each, a strong knowledge of terrain, a willingness to make necessary sacrifices without expending the over half the value of your forces and creativity." He set his glass down and turned his head to regard her, admiring her willingness to learn. "Learning the heart of any empire requires conversation with those within. Usually that necessitates travel to be closer to the source of your discomfort."