The duel would have been a magnificent spectacle to watch, unfortunately, Serhiem would never again no the feeling of being able to fight against any foe. He hated that he would never again know the feeling of being in the middle of the battlefield and fighting for his clan with sword and shield. However, the seasons of blindness had made him wiser and that was something that he would forever be grateful for as he had acquired both a blessing and a curse. Though the raiding season had come for all, meaning that the clan would most likely encounter a good raid from one of the two clans that they were feuding with. 

However, that was not the case as a girl had come to be kidnapped by bandits then rescued by an orc, the typical enemy with the Urlandi people, this girl had brought a strange case to the council. [b]"Now this is certainly a predicament now. An orc, the typical enemy of our people, has actually rescued this girl for some reason. Do not take this the wrong way as I am grateful that the orc did save her. It is just all so strange. At least they are not-" he stops to spit on the ground at the mere name, "the Moon Tribe." He strokes his long, unkempt beard  for a few moments before suggesting, "Maybe we should give him some gifts? Or possibly offer him a spot in our clan? I do not know, but surely he must be rewarded for rescuing one of our people." he goes silent afterwards, seeming to think of what should be done about this weird situation. 


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The Nightfell were a foe that the Aonghus people had fought before, not within the valley, but back in the homeland before the everyone had been exiled by the bad king. Serhiem refused to take his place with those who physically could not fight, instead he was at the very back where the warriors had gathered. Yet, he received word that the Greenfeathers had gone to outflank them, he was no tactician, but this did not bode well for the clan. He led some men to do a ritual so that they would preform better during this battle and he found a free set of drums, thanks to his sister of course. Serhiem would trust Ardghal and Eliz with the aspects of tactics for the defensive, but he would inspire the men. Without another notice, he began to beat the drums of war in hopes that the men would feel inspired.