"So there we were, just galloping around the enemy force, shooting arrows to their midst. There must have been over 4000 of us and-" The khergit's explanation of some great battle was interrupted by Temujin lifting his hand slightly and correcting that there couldn't have been more than 1000 of them, if even that much. The Blue Wolf earned a bit of a nasty glare from one of his companions, but just ignored it and poured himself some more tea. The Noyan stared to the distance, providing no more corrections to the story for now.

He would have lied if he didn't feel old at times. Being a warrior for 25 years can do that to you. He got on his feet and took a few steps away from the campfire, then a few more. Soon he was standing some distance from the other khergits and just pacing around, deep in thought.