“So, what’s the problem?” Jorwen asked while they made their way to Ashav's tent.

“A magelight. Not many reasons for something like that other than a signal.” Farid looked sidelong at him and he looked back, “It isn’t good.”

“This whole plan wasn’t good.” Jorwen shook his head. He let White-Eye and Thrice-Pierced go to the front without him. But what could he do, one man? Let them know they wouldn’t be dying by themselves? They stopped a few strides out from Ashav’s tent.

“He’s sore about it, you know. Don’t let him catch you saying things like that, it’d eat at him more coming from the oldguard like you and White-Eye’s type.” He shrugged, “He got his orders and gave his own. I’m sure you know how that turns out.”

He frowned and nodded, couldn’t argue with that, “Aye.”

They nodded to each other and resumed their pace towards the tent. Farid pinched the flap and threw it aside before disappearing through. Jorwen took one last look and thought about his last conversation with Sevine and Roze, made it seem like he barely cared and they were the ones out there in the mud. He thought of Thrice-Pierced, White-Eye and Cleftjaw. He shook his head and ducked through the mouth of Ashav’s tent where they’d put themselves in a circle around the map. He was of a mind with Daelin. “It’s obvious that they know now. That party we found that had Caileach was in the middle of interrogating the poor bastard.” He folded his thick arms around his big chest and shook his head, a low growl escaping him, “The boy’s no traitor, but they knew we were coming somehow. The Reachmen are no idiots, same as us. They knew we were going to do this one day. I’m choosing to bring our men back and I’m ready to hike my old arse out there myself to do it.”

Ashav frowned and nodded slow as slow but didn’t say anything either way. Took his moment to consider, just how Aelfgar used to do, just how he used to do back when he was Second in Aelfgar’s band. Farid piped in, “I’ll go with the Red-Bear. Give us the order.” He said, his face the portrait of grim eagerness for the first time that night.