Since accompanying General Dorius, Ruthredir and the other Lebethron elves stuck together in their own clique. They camped isolated from the Lavas soldiers, traveled several paces away from them and generally were loathe to even speak to anyone who was not elven. Dorius had missed the worst of the fighting, whether intentionally or by chance, and to Ruthredir, that unnerved him. The man had no right to push himself onto the survivors - the true soldiers who endured dragon's fire and had to witness the death of their kin. For all he knew, Dorius could have been enjoying the luxury of his officer's tent at the moment King Baelnorn met his end.
	Ruthredir was seated among several of his companions atop a strip of furs when a lone Lavas soldier approached them. Aside from the occasional heckle or brooding glances, the humans hadn't made much in the way of direct contact. When the Lebethrons noticed him, they ceased their conversation and stood, hands resting on the pommels of their swords. They were several heads taller than the soldier before them, who's stony composure softened as the elves dwarfed his stature.
	"Eh, General Dorius requires a scout for the area ahead. He sent for one of you." 
	"Does he now?" jibed one of the elves. "He has plenty of men to choose from." The Lebethron gestured at the ranks of Lavas nearby. "Or does he wish to hide behind and let others get their hands dirty for him? [i]Again?[/i]" The soldier winced, clearly uncomfortable, but stood his ground.    
	"Listen, I just follow orders. Neither of us have to like them. I just need one of you to placate the old man and come with me."
	"Fine, I'll go," Ruthredir announced. "Chances are we can still do a better job of it than his own scouts can." He turned to his companions and spoke in elvish, <I won't be long. In the off-chance there's a threat, he'll be thankful his men weren't left to the task and failed to notice.>
	The Lavas soldier led Ruthredir to the rest of the haphazardly-gathered individuals tasked with the same job. Unsurprisingly, there was not one Lavas among them, but a mix of other Mûl elves, a Siren and another human who's ethnicity did not match those of the soldiers. 
	"What's holding the General up?"