Sir Aethelmund's final words, coupled with the aid of some of his men, were of great help in aiding Tiral's worry about the situation. The young mage's breathing a bit more relaxed as the group continued forth, his hands still balled into fists as he began to run over the situation a few times in his head. There had to have been a reason the captain had picked him, after all... And a bad showing here might tarnish his reputation for the rest of his life. Although the prospect of that and that alone was worrisome, he still had the lives of others to worry about. Though this was still just a mission to rout a group of bandits, one false move could...

[i]"Calm yourself, Sir Tiral. Worry only begets worry; have faith in yourself and your companions."[/i]

The feeling of a firm hand clapping down on his shoulder caused Tiral's body to tense for a moment before turning to face the source: Sir Luthor, who for all intents and purposes was a much more battle-hardened man than he. With a deep breath, Tiral nodded and attempted to put on a smile for the knight. There was no arguing that the job wasn't stressful, but... At the very least, he would have to put on a brave face in front of the rest of the company.

Lady Julianna's words before the group had set forth, though, popped into Tiral's mind as he righted himself. Haste and stealth... Well, while the first was a given, the second was likely a bit more difficult to do when the entire battalion was rushing headlong into the enemy camp. Then Sir Aethelmund's follow-up suggestion popped into his head: sounding a horn to call for reinforcements and flank those who were attacking his forces. While the plan seemed sound, baiting the enemy into a chase on the rear during a simultaneous assault seemed... Somewhat strange. Tiral wasn't in any position to question his superior's suggestion, but... Well, if it came down to it, that plan was always an option.

Eventually, the group of knights slowed down as they finished rounding about the camp. A few sentries were stationed around the sides, though luckily enough for the knights they seemed to be none the wiser. They were far enough away for Tiral to attempt to give orders, at least... Well, at least to a degree of being audible.

"Once the call sounds, I want the archers to attempt to take down those guarding the perimeter as quickly as possible. If successful, we break past the defenses they have set up with a simultaneous charge from all shieldbearers; else, I want the archers to light their arrows on fire and aim for any flammable structures instead. Once inside, assuming we are successful, I want you to use the ensuing chaos to your advantage and attempt to kill those who seem to be in disarray. Do not hesitate to retreat if you are injured; there is no shame in living to fight another day. Archers will remain behind during this assault and provide cover fire to those who need it. If the enemy has a stronger defensive structure from the rear than anticipated, defends from archer fire and draw them from their camp; I shall call for aid and we shall collapse upon them soon thereafter. Are we clear?"

The acknowledgement of his statement from his peers was a welcome sight to Tiral, who now turned back to face the camp.
This was his trial, and with the expectations of others weighing down on him, now was no time to falter.

Now, though? All he could do was wait.