Magical purse

"This is a risky mission of course, not only for us but for our soldiers as well. It'll be a restless one since they won't have a battlefield to fight on but the entire country." Great general Turenne stood once more on his long table, his feet slowly ventured forward, the quiet friction of his steel shoes on it carried an irritating screeching.

"More than making a flawless battle, I want to make us shine under the rain of arrows. And how do we do that?" He asked, pointing at the dumbfounded colonels.

"We send the best soldiers we have."

The men exchanged glares before one rose his hand like a student. "Don't we need those assets on the battlefield? I am sure all of us are thinking about the same people already, why is it necessary to send them away now of all the times?"