The time soon came to finish goodbyes and set off marching. With a blast of a signal horn, the warband formed up and began to march. Cart wheels lurched and footsteps pounded as a pace was set much more brisk than the migrating clan. Many families stayed out in the beating sun to watch the warriors shrink into the horizon in a cloud of dust.

As the warband marched, forward scouts were sent forth to make sure that they would not be spotted. Apart from a trade caravan heading to Orcrest, there were no incidents that day where they had to divert course. Even that didn't prevent good progress being made before they had to set up camp.

Despite constantly running reports around that day, Gallus was still rather energetic as he went about his business at camp. He sought out Ri'vashi and Meesei after dinner for a particular reason. He caught up with them in one of the larger tents being used for meetings. It appeared as though they were finished tracking progress over a map of Anequina.

"Ah, there you are," Gallus said as he held up the tent flap. "Look, Meesei, I was thinking...with how the plan of attack is developing, I have been pondering more on this Do'rhajul character. If he's as good as the prisoners said he is, I think we should try to learn as much as we can."

Gallus stepped forward and let the tent close. "Might we try talking to Lorag properly?"

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Elsewhere in the camp, Tzirret had only just been dismissed for the day by his superiors, one of whom ended up being Irenya. Even though no one had been injured yet, save for a couple of snake bites or scorpion stings, he was run around all afternoon checking supplies and swapping out water for the soldiers. He had expected his role to be easier, but evidently the healers wanted to make sure that he was not going to slack off.

Now that he was free, Tzirret of course went looking for Ma'tanza. He spoke quickly when he finally found her. "Hi! Ma'tanza! Sorry, Tzirret has been running all day. He wanted to catch up, but he barely got a break."