Seeing the dragonborn fall into line so easily, Gune smiled magnanimously. He figured he might make a great chieftan one day. He nodded to Cecelia who also seemed pleased with his plan and her expression shined with  the usual listless enthusiasm he had come to expect. Perfect! 

He quickly fashioned a small torch from spare items he had readily available and fell in behind his scaly bodyguard. Gune brandished the torch and gestured violently to the dark, foreboding barn. 
"We greatest warriors! Time for March!" He cried. His shrill, commanding voice held all the fierceness of a wild beast and was as intimidating as a rabid, chattering squirrel.