"Understood, Captain." Was all Garron said in response to Vanessa's plan. He liked it. Short, simple, straight to the point. The Node with its rumours of limitless power was of particular interest to someone as power-hungry as Garron, who doesn't or wouldn't necessarily use it for 'evil' per say but his intentions and motives are always known anyway, and with the lack of protest to his command thus far, he had nothing to worry about. Vanessa was right; if they left now, they would arrive at the village by late afternoon and have it secured by evening if everything went according to plan. That's assuming it was your average skirmish rather than something else, most of the time it was. "My men are all geared up and ready to march." Explaining to the Captain where to meet him in a couple of minutes and then exiting the barracks, Garron gestured at his right-hand man to round up his battalion and bring them to the rally point on the field just outside the city.

Once there, Garron lit up a sort of joint, a special blend of herbal leaves wrapped up in thin paper and took a few puffs, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the calming sensation. A strangely intricate pattern of dark lines that was creeping up his neck, unbeknown to him or anyone else, receded back under his armour. The main purpose of the herbal mix was to suppress some of the darker, crueller urges that welled up inside of him over time due to his condition. It was sort of a gift from the local alchemist after an incident a few years back involving him and a rebel raid in the middle of the night. "Never again." He thought to himself, puffing again. Far in the distance, the sky was very gradually reddening as it neared the horizon and the blurry image of the mountain range. It was barely noticeable, but unmistakable.

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