Speeches had never been much to Ramia's liking - not that the king's speech hadn't been good for inspiration and boosting the morale of the troops, but in all fairness she had never quite understood the whole concept of 'rousing speeches'. The dark haired woman rolled her eyes as she went through the speech again in her head. Even though their own force numbered 30 000 - gathering of such force had already been a magnificent feat - the enemy would no doubt have a much larger force to throw against them. Still Ramia had read her history well and knew that many a time had a smaller force overcome great disadvantages.

The Cunning Wolf of Kastagir took a better hold of the reins of her steed - who had eyed the closest soldiers rather meanly "Faran, you'd better behave yourself... and no prancing, ok? It degrades both of us." She chuckled as the stallion harumphed and shook his head - as if not quite agreeing with it's rider. Ramia took a quick glance around the gathered force and the baggage train that would follow with them. Keeping a force of such size supplied at all times would be even more a magnificent feat than what calling it to arms had been.

She smiled faintly as the Brass Boars began moving. Their captain's loud voice was easily heard even through the buzzing of the crowd after the king's speech. She had a feeling that this was going to be a beginning of a magnificent war. Ramia situated herself near the baggage trains, but within close enough proximity from the king that she'd be available if needed.