Gallus was leaned forward while seated, looking into the small cooking fire. Having donned it for the occasion, his mail and leather armour itched with sweat already. He wordlessly glanced to Meesei at her question, and then looked around to check his surroundings one last time.

Only a sharp eye would be able to tell that the people surrounding the various cooking fires were not who they usually were, but it was still dim and early. It could be reasoned that the regular crowd had not arisen yet. If anything stood out, it was Gallus and Meesei. Thankfully, they were just a small detail in a wide picture.

As usual, the soldiers had left one of their number out on watch. He was in his armour, leaning lazily on his lance as he watched the sun rise. The guards had become less attentive after the first several days with the clan. Though they were still vigilant for any runners, they no longer appeared to feel threatened. A couple more of the soldiers were awake, but not dressed in their armour. They were instead knocking sand from their belongings and watering the horses. They had only just woken up, after all. After a moment, the guard on duty pushed himself to a proper standing posture and poked the blunt end of his lance into one of the tents. There was a sound of protest in Ta'agra, but it simply appeared as if they were changing the guard.

Gallus had his eyes locked on them, but he nodded to Meesei. This would be the best time possible. He stood up and clicked his fingers in the direction of the warriors around him. They all eventually signalled their attention and waited. Gallus had one hand on his hammer, but didn't draw it yet. They would all wait for Meesei's signal.