Silas wasn't even done collecting his weapons before a young girl came up to him.

[color=ed1c24]"Come on, i'll help you to get back to the camp. Lets take care of those wounds, you'll want to be in perfect shape to enjoy tonight's big party to celebrate your victory."[/color] She started off handing him a few of his weapons. He started to return them to their spots before she started with a barrage of statements while helping him along. Silas accepted the help, mainly because seemed it would be more of a pain to try and tell the girl he didn't need help than to just let it go.

[color=ed1c24]"You were lucky to get out alive, you know?"[/color] she said.
[color=ed1c24]"The odds weren't exactly at your favor, and it cannot be called a "fair" fight..."[/color] she said, pointing to the dagger wound.
[color=ed1c24]"But you made it in the end."[/color]
[color=ed1c24]"I'll open an exception, just for today."[/color] she said, winking to him as she put his arm over her shoulder, helping him to walk.
[color=ed1c24]"At least now you can boast all you want on having killed an Orc commander in a duel."[/color] she said, laughing.
[color=ed1c24]"And not only having a cute girl to cheer for you, but having her this close to you at the end too!"[/color] she said, laughing playfully.

When the girl finally stopped Silas went on to actually respond. "[color=39b54a]First off the party will be more for the men. I'll make my appearance, but I'm not one to drink till morning light."[/color] He started grinning under his mask "[color=39b54a]Luck had nothing to do with it, it was all a show my dear. Although the fact he shattered my sword that did surprise me. I couldn't win in a straight up fight against him so had to ware him out and let him think he had the edge. And even though I didn't plan to take a knife, I had more help than he did. We had a mage supporting me the entire fight, so we kinda cheated. And this Chieftain was a small fry dumb trying to prove himself, I got some good stories from other battles that puts this guy to shame.[/color]" He explained. And it seemed he had put on a convincing show as it had not only sent the Orcs running but probably scared a good deal of the militia as well. "[color=39b54a]As for You keeping me company I really can't complain. Especially if your company continues to my tent tonight.[/color]" Silas continued with a sly playful voice.

As they continued they came up to Stefano he made his comment and mentioned Silas' last name. Instantly his face changed, his eyes shot at Stefano but he held his tongue in public. "[color=39b54a]Thank you for the contribution, make sure it gets to Dixon he handles the funds with the Blood Rose Irregulars.[/color]" He said recessing back into a normal posture. "[color=39b54a]Now lets get this group on the move. We will need to regroup with the main army soon. We won't be able to hold off another attack if one comes.[/color]" Silas commented 

On the other side of things Dixon hadn't been taking his down time sitting down. Although his arm now in a sling he had already sent a scout back to the main army with a report on the battle. And aside from that he had been trying to organize getting the camp packed up and ready to move again. He noticed a group of militia gathering around Odessa and he made his way over to the group "[color=92278f]Alright listen up![/color]" he started "[color=92278f]We need to get moving and soon people, we don't want to be around when the Orcs come back. Those of you with medical experience start helping the wounded, I want them loaded onto wagons within an hour. Everyone else if you can still moveb get onto packing the camp. We need to move soon, once we get back to the main army we can rest![/color]" He yelled out and got the group to separate with minimal grumbling. As the group left Dixon came up to Odessa with a little smile. "[color=92278f]Looked like you had your hands full there for a second. Thought I might lend a hand.[/color]" He said with a smile. "[color=92278f]But I can see why they would gather around you, I mean I would take any chance I got to be near you.[/color]" He continued with a wink. "[color=92278f]Now if you excuse me there is a lot of work to do before we can set out.[/color]" He said giving a wave and continuing on his way.

The next few hours were spent in the mad rush packing up camp while tending to the wounded and ensuring their comfort. The dead had been collected, wrapped in blankets and put into the final wagon as there would be a pire that night to honor the dead. The rest of the day passed with the militia on the march. Luckily the Militia were in a good mood and although they were marching there were mostly high spirits. Some of the men told their stories how they had slain their foes, others talked of the duel how one man could stand for them all against the Orcs, then there were those few who had lost someone close to them staying in the back not talking and dragging themselves along. But as Day turned to dusk The group would stop to make camp again things grew more lively as drinks started to flow and the Militia would begin to drink the battle away. But before things got to crazy Silas and Dixon had called all of the Team leaders together along with any that they deemed a capable warrior for a meeting. As soon as the group had gathered they gave the pitch, The Blood Rose Irregulars were recruiting and they would take on those who had proved themselves in this battle, those who were willing at least. With the offer made Silas and Dixon gave each of them until they reached the main army to decide then let them go to enjoy the party and their victory.

After giving the offer Silas finally gave in to let Dixon tend to his wound. Since the battle Silas had rejected most treatment settling for only an external wrapping. Once everyone had left the tent Silas finally took off his armor, his shirt, and most importantly his mask. Dixon looked over Silas's torso and back covered in scars from his years of fighting with little to no armor for years and on top of that there was the brand on Silas' left cheek displaying his past of a slave for all eternity. "[color=92278f]I swear you have more scars than last time. You having someone else patching you up?[/color]" He Dixon asked playfully. "[color=39b54a]Please, even the best healers wouldn't help an "escaped Slave" even if I won my freedom. You just have a shitty memory.[/color]" Silas shot back giving a little grunt as Dixon started to stitch the wound after putting a bit of alcohol on it. "[color=39b54a]So you think any of them will join us? I have a few hopefuls, but at the same time I saw some flat rejections on some their faces.[/color]" Silas asked. "[color=92278f]You know me. I just want the cute ones. All that fighting stuff I leave up to you.[/color]" Dixon said with a grin, "[color=92278f]But I would be ling if I didn't say I would want the lovely Odessa to join us, What I wouldn't give to have her embrace me[/color]" He continued.