Gallus took another swig of ale as he listened. Once Lorag was finished, he passed the bottle to Lorag and held his fingers together, thinking for a long while.

"I take it commanders don't usually take part in such dangerous parts of their plans? Hmm." Gallus thought out loud. "If he fights from the front like that, no wonder he commanded respect."

It would be admitted by Gallus that military analysis was not his forte. While he though as much about what his father would say he also hoped that Ri'vashi was eavesdropping so that her input could be given afterwards.

"So, it's sounding like security is something to watch for, at least." Gallus said unsurely, "Though, knowing these types, we'll need to be looking after all our weaknesses if we can find them. Perhaps try displaying some false ones? It doesn't seem like this character sits and waits for any longer than needed."

Gallus ran tongue over the inside of his teeth and looked to Lorag again. "Was there anything that set him off? Any indication of anger or frustration while you served under him? Out of the ordinary discipline for commanders, that is."

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"Mmm, Tzirret did not get this way just from the work. He stayed up late last night, trying to finish carving the tokens." Tzirret didn't shift onto the bedroll until Ma'tanza had finished unwrapping in order to give her the space to do so. He had been with her long enough to be used to it. "This one tends to focus on little things like that so much that he loses track of time."

Empathetic to Ma'tanza's yawn, Tzirret did the same, though even more deeply, shutting his eyes and holding his breath until he could feel his heart nudging under his diaphragm. He then lifted his knees to lean forward upon them. His head rolled to one side on bis arms to look at Ma'tanza with one perked ear. "Tzirret will sleep well tonight, he thinks." He smiled slightly, "Is he making Ma'tanza tired as well?"