Cable

The Askani that existed after the bright lady had died were a sisterhood of the elite. A group of women, and one man, all with psychic powers, all following a certain training and whose sanctuaries were hidden and isolated. When Cable had broken with Sancity, he had taken several of her circle with him and had traded heavily on their reputation, but the bulk of his armies were men and woman who had never dealt with the Askani directly; never heard more then the tales and stories that the converts had spread about them.

Rachel's clothing wasn't enough to provoke comment just yet then as they walked through the camp, though the cloak, the Psimitar and her companionship with the Askanisson certainly marked her out as someone of importance. There were people and machines everywhere, training and active, moving things and checking computers. There must have been several hundred people in the camp and there were no civilians; this was a culture that simply didn't have that option.

"Close. This was the most valuable of the camps," he replied, and if she'd slipped out of English, he certainly hadn't. Any camp with his and his family there would be the best manned and so this had been their base for raids on Crestcoast and Ebonshire. "But we abandoned it before Apocalypse's forces found it. If there's danger, it'll be Stryfe."

The idea that they were looping the day his wife died was too plausible not to mention.