[Nerindel]

"Get up! we're moving out" Ghurdan barked kicking the nearest soldier who was still sleeping, the men hurried to carry out their captains orders. Ghurdan could see that his men were still uneasy about taking orders from Sammael, they looked between the two leaders every time Sammeal issued an order. "The Eye requires that you take orders from both myself and Sammael, so take orders from us both you shall and without question" Ghurdan yelled his booming voice carrying a dangerous tone to every mans ear. He did not look at Sammael, he didn't care if his intervention offended the younger man, if this group was to come across any resistance they would have to work together, whether either man liked it or not.

He turned his back on the group and gathered his own gear, throwing his pack on his back he caught sight of Zasfal, his whole left side of his face was swollen and dry blood crusted his lower lip. Ghurdan shook his head in disgust, this feeling was not only towards Zasfal's stupidity but also to those who in only two days had managed to make his first mate completely useless. What use will he be to us in battle if he can not see his enemy he thought scathingly.

The men were all but assembled when Sevora, Rahvin, Dristi and Naramarth returned. Ghurdan took eight men making sure that Zasfal was one of them and assembled them to march infront of the cart, while Sammael ordered the others to the rear. Ghurdan was unsure if Sevora meant to head the march on the village or not so instead of taking his usual position at the head of his men he stood a little off to their right and waited.

Ghurdan watched as Dristi and Naramarth mounted the cart, he took little notice of were the other warrior positioned themselves, but he did watch as Sevora closely followed as ever by Rahvin came around the cart and took position at the head of the group, she then nodded her readiness to leave. "Move out!" he boomed and they began their march on the village, their spear tips glistening in the morning sun.