[color=#cd3d11][i]"All right boys, we got a Circle in 10 minutes, get ready!"[/i][/color]

The commander's voice rang loud and clear through the mercenary camp, and even Fell heard it. Through sharpening steel, no less. "Guess that's one thing she'd need..." Smiling to himself, Fell rose from his sitting position and scratched the back of Noone's ear. "C'mon, girl. Time to go." The wolf yawns, and stubbornly remains laying down for another minute or two before rising up with reluctance, still a bit dazed from her nap. While she was getting up, Fell had changed into his battle wear, a precaution to how urgent Calliope found it to hold a Circle. Fell's shield was secured tightly to his left arm and his axe hung from his hip. He stepped out of his tent and looked up to the sky for a bit, killing a little more time. "Well... Best get goin'." With that, Fell made his way to the meeting place.