The soft murmur of voices laughing, speaking, reached her ears, disrupting any train of thought she had going on. Not like anything much was going on in her head, anyways. Most nights Marlis would have liked to sit at the campfire and indulge herself in a drink, enjoying the company of strangers. But tonight would not be one of those nights. Sighing, she brought her hand to run across the furs of her coat, every so often closing her fingers on a bunch and lightly tugging. Sometimes some of the hairs would accompany her fingers when she let go, but she didn't mind. It was old and was covered in tatters and tears, fraying at the ends and when she brought her nose to inhale, it smelled dank that she would quickly pull her face away.

Dragging her hands away from the coat she looked up and at the night sky, wondering how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, years she spent under it in this exact situation. Pulling her knees to her chest she tuned her hearing back to the distant campfire's crackling of wood and voices, however as every moment passed it seemed like the noise had died down. [i][color=0076a3]'They must be done.'[/color][/i] She thought, her trained ears now taking notice of a set of footsteps coming towards her. Turning her head to the side she noticed the messenger, and immediately she picked herself off the floor and turned her attention towards them. The messenger told her that Kaldor had summoned her to the command tent. She replied with a nod and watched the messenger walk away. Marlis rubbed her face with her right hand, groaning slightly as she trudged over to her destination. She was tired, but she told herself that she wasn't old enough to be complaining and give up yet.