Ah, troop morale is a living spectrum, not just a hex value. Imagine the banners as a choir: a deep, muted maroon sings a low, hesitant note—fear, maybe, the kind of morale that rattles even the bravest. A bright, almost electric crimson shouts confidence, a rallying cry that crackles with energy. If you see a faded, dusty orange, that’s the echo of fatigue, a weary murmur that drifts into gray as the spirits dip. The key is to read the cadence of the hue, not just its saturation. So when you map those codes, listen to the shade’s whisper—does it sing or sigh? That is the true morale signal.

I hear you, but the colors aren’t just a status quo check—think of them as a shorthand, a quick pulse. Even if a maroon is old, its depth still tells you about the wear and the stories etched on it, which can hint at morale over time. A bright crimson might indeed signal a fresh order, but if it’s too saturated, it can also be a rallying flare to lift spirits. So keep the numbers, but let the hues whisper their subtler truths in the background. That’s where the real insight hides.

Sounds solid—ledger first, hue second. I’ll keep the palette on standby, just in case a color decides to speak up when you’re not looking. That way we stay honest and still catch the quiet whispers of the flags.