[color=peru]"Samson, you have command while I meet with the other leaders. Get everyone settled in. Enact standard lookout rotations for the night."[/color] Cyterius said as he began heading out of the stables and lodgings. His second officer and best friend nodded and turned to the rest of the Kyrantian Skirmishers and the Falcons, making sure everyone was billeted properly. It was a bit strange bunking in near the small Lalafell elves and their humble mounts, but it was nothing worse than some places any of the League's people had slept in throughout their service. 

The stationing of lookouts was more for the sake of instilling the habit into the troops rather than any doubt as to the competence of the Aurr camp's security. Captain Tervius, head of the detachment of Skirmishers, drilled his men well and knew the value of keeping them from letting their guard down regardless of any comfort and safety they may find on this long journey. In terms of overall security, they left that to the soldiers of Aurr and the newly arrived Luvalonians who seemed to already have plans in mind. Though the people of the League were often known for their competence in defense, the Falcons and Skirmishers knew their place as a recon and light cavalry unit, and did not wish to step into the jurisdiction of their allies. They did however comment on any improvements they found could be made to some aspects of the defense that they witnessed, such as blind spots that may be missed by patrols and how patrols and lines of sight could be overlapped to ensure eventual detection of any would-be trespassers.

The Falcons in particular were pleased to note that the warriors of Aurr were quite competent in organizing such things and there were only a few points they suggested improvements upon.

Cyterius took note of his surroundings as he walked through the occupied village towards the Mayor's office which had been converted into a command center. The defenses were sufficient for a temporary garrison, but the village was indefensible for even a short siege. No walls, simple buildings, paths designed for convenience rather than defense. He could already picture the heavy casualties that would be taken in any attempt to repel a concentrated assault. He began thinking of feasible avenues for a fighting retreat depending on where they may be attacked from. However, if they were to spot a large enemy force heading towards them, Cyterius knew the best course of action would be an immediate evacuation of their forces with small units performing rearguard harassment to delay the enemy advance if necessary. He hoped that the rest of the Council's expeditionary forces would arrive sooner rather than later. Staying in this village any longer than they had to was asking for trouble.

Cyterius nodded at the guards watching over the Mayor's house and the armored soldiers. He showed them the officer's insignia of the League he carried in his pockets, and they allowed him to pass through. The building was a cozy enough place, and was a lot more spacious than the farmsteads he and his men would be sharing for the night. He wondered if the officers of Aurr would all be billeted here as well. If they were, it would've been quite a big vulnerability. For if the building were to be taken or destroyed, the Snow Leopards would be immediately denied of their command structure.

He walked towards what appeared to be a door leading into the main room where the mayor of this town once performed their responsibilities. He had arrived not long after the leader of the Luvalonians had greeted Commander S'venia.

[b]"... When we received your call, I jumped on my horse as quickly as possible. Luvalon will do all it can to help you find your missing Goddess.”[/b] the female Luvalonian leader said.

[color=peru]"The League of Kyrantes also honors the pact made with the Council of Seven, and have answered the summons"[/color] Cyterius started as he stepped inside the room, looking the two of them over. The aura that the two female commanders emanated could not be further apart. S'venia, the stoic, battle-hardened leader of a race of people who had war run in their blood. Then there was the Luvalonian leader, Beatrix he believed her name was, a cheerful-looking lady from a people whose philosophy was about rational peacemaking and the civilized rule of law. Then of course there was Cyterius, a dark-skinned man of the harsh desert who clawed his way up from the criminal underground into the official title he currently held. He mused that the scene they created, exemplified the odd nature of this expeditionary alliance.

[color=peru]"Commander Cyterius Yranov, Honored Lady. My blades, my men, and our horses are at your disposal, Commander S'venia. Now then... what are we here to discuss though the rest of the Council's forces have not arrived yet?"[/color]