The battle was won and the beast Napsezal had been slain. While most would celebrate such a victory Ashaad retained his serene appearance as he walked the perimeter of the encampment. He had not been assigned to guard duty but he felt the need to observe the camp outskirts for any signs of trouble. While on his rounds he noticed a few members of the Babettes.As he passed the warriors Ashaad gave them a nod before continuing on with his rounds. Once he was satisfied with the security of the encampment Ashaad sat by one of the numerous campfires and made a quick look around before taking off his shemagh. 

[color=f7941d][i]"Two Jaegers gone after our first mission. One wonders how much longer this alliance will last let alone this team"[/i][/color], Ashaad glanced at his flask for a moment before removing the cap and staking a swig from it. His drink of choice, Qatar-Shan Fire Wine, spiced wine spiked with enough sand snake venom to give a noticeable kick and left to mature for ten years. The taste of it was something powerful. Leaving Ashaad to shudder slightly upon swallowing, to one new to it they'd probably have a hard time downing such a concoction. Ashaad sealed the flask and rested it beside him. For now he'd sit here and contemplate the day. Putting back on his shemagh he relaxed his muscles somewhat and stared into the fire. His orange eyes enhanced by the glow of the fire, Ashaad sat there as he remembered the day he got his scar. Even after all those years he could still sometimes feel the burn on his face. He quickly put it out of his mind and began to quietly chant, [color=f7941d][b]"Fataal Klo wahlaant zen, Fataal Klo fen kul zen. Fataal Klo wahlaant zen, Fataal Klo fen kul zen. Fataal Klo wahlaant zen, Fataal Klo fen kul zen..."[/b][/color]