[size=16]After leaving the command tent, Sorcha was taken on a tour of the warcamp. Daniel made a point of directing her towards areas that would be useful, such as the Armory, weapon smith, stable and lastly a large covered location where the scent of hot food was wafting out to tease the senses.
?I don?t know about ye two, but I am hungry and want to eat before we have to mount up. Could be hours before we get back then.? Cieara suggestion with a twinkling glance cast towards Sorcha and Daniel.
Laying down the blade she had been testing Sorcha turned with a quiet nod. ?Aye, that might be a good idea.?
Daniel merely nodded, shooting a sharp look at his sister but didn?t dispute her suggestion.
Moments later, as they were settling down at one of the long tables with bowls of rich beef stew and a small plate of biscuits, Sorcha glanced back towards the pair she was with, picking up an underlying tension there but didn?t know the cause. She had never been one for conversation and was realizing it. Of course she hadn?t really spent much time in the company of those considered her peers either, so she was at a bit of loss. She was curious about how this raid worked so once Daniel and Cieara joined her, she simply asked. ?This night raid, how does such a thing operate??
Looking over at his sister who seemed willing to let him answer and after taking a hearty bite of the steaming stew he set to explaining it. ?In a raid we move fast. The point of it is the effect of surprise on those we hit. The site tonight is a large camp to the east of the river. Mostly mercenaries from what I heard.? He paused to take a pull from a mug of warmed cider before continuing. ?It starts with those mounted, riding in attacking, and is followed by the various warbands to take the others on foot. From what I understand the one coming may not be as easy as some of the others. This lot is supposed to be well armed and we could potentially run into Terranthi.?
?Terranthi?? A brow arching, as Sorcha had heard her father mention those on her last visit some months past. ?Dragonmen??
?Aye. Some are of mixed blood and they don?t die easily.? A shadow moving over the young man?s face and even Cieara?s sunny expression became a little clouded.
?My father mentioned them some time back. Had the impression he didn?t like them much.? Sorcha replied, but didn?t look the least bit concerned. Human, Elvin, Orc, Dragon, they all had a weakness and it could always be exploited.
?Not much there to like.? Daniel muttered and then dived back into his meal, finishing it off with surprising speed. ?If Mom didn?t provide you with some battle leathers, Cie here has some spares. Might want to gear up. These guys don?t fight fair.?
?Trick of these things, is to be prepared for the sheer chaos. At least it seems that way, but in fact it?s all carefully planned. Um, ? Cie glanced at her brother and then her
glittering pale green eyes swung back to Sorcha. ?If ye have nae ever taken part in any battle with over 50 others, it can be a little over whelming at first.?
?Over whelming in what way?? A puzzled tip of her dark head that sent the brown hair feathering into her eyes for a moment, before a hand pushed it back absently.
As if she was considering her words, Cieara paused, tapping her spoon on the edge of the earthenware bowl. ?Well, tis ye dark side. Ye see many of Daddy?s men are followers of chaos and can really get caught up in the battle, then add in the ones dying, injured and just simply terrified and it can be an emotional explosive storm.?
?Ah, I see.? Sorcha cracked a faint smile at that information, but she felt confident she could handle that. She, unlike the pair across was well used to blocking such sensations and didn?t think a battle would trigger anything other then the usual rage.