By the time Greggory had arisen from his deep slumber, the camp was already preparing for for battle. He cursed himself silently. It had been a long time since he had been able to rest with any semblance of safety. He had allowed himself to let his guard down. Greggory quickly strapped on his arms and armor and then verified that the rest of the crows had begun their preparations.
Cassie was had found a perch upon a large rock. She was sharpening her blade with a whetstone, drawing the stone across the blade in slow practiced sweeps.
Thought we might just leave without you sarge. I've got my eye on the captain's feather bed. Figured I have to get in there first to stake my claim.
By all means, Cassie...that louse ridden rubbish heap is all yours. I can't imagine what it must look like after the Beastmen were done with it.
Cassie pantomimed as if she were fixing her hair. Pah, you ain't much better then those flee bitten mongrels. No appreciation for the finer needs of a lady.
If I find a lady, I'll be sure to ask all about her needs.
Cassie showed a somewhat broken smile. She might have been pretty once, maybe even beautiful. The guards that sent her here hadn't been gentle.
Awww sarge. You say the sweetest things.
Greggory moved through the camp, looking for Lady Arcata and her men. So far, the Lady and her stuffed shirts had come through. Bastion seemed to know his men and Comoray was a true warrior priest like out of the old ballads. And Sh'aah, well, he was more like Greggory and his crows then the nobles. Greggory was pretty sure Sh'aah, at least, could be trusted.
Lady Aracata, sorry I'm late. My men and I will follow Bastion's lead into the breach. We can handle ourselves in a close fight, but hopefully it won't come to that. I'd prefer we slit their throats to a beast in their sleeps.