Gallus was more than happy to drop his share of the supplies and get ready to go. "This'll work, you'll be the boss, Lorag," he said with a smile, leaning one hand on the hammer on his belt. The next order of business was their guide. Gallus turned to Sees-No-Colours, "Now, Colours, can you fight? If not, you can head back here after you lead us to your pride's prison."

By the time they had settled into their new camp, the heavier of Sabine's emotions also settled and been replaced by fatigue completely. She did not protest at the offer to rest rather than join the attackers, as she might have done normally. Indeed, as soon as she laid out her bedroll, she sat down upon it and struggled to stay awake. She kept giving glances to Peiter as if conflicted.

"Alright, Leaps, lets see how you do with those new tricks I taught you," Janius looped a harness around Leaps-On-Elves in preparation for the attack. He would hold the creature by his leash for the moment, but Janius had no doubt that he would be an asset. Ever since his help on the lake with the bandits north of the Imperial City, Janius had been training him with commands to use in combat and hunting. This would be the first fight in which they would be used.