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Two horses moved forward slowly. Pale legs had somehow avoided the worst of the dust and now they made their way confidently across the earth. Attached to their sides was the leather needed to attach them to a chariot, and upon the chariot, blood-red plume blowing about gently in the breeze, stood the warlord of the Rhaead people. Had he been in a true battle chariot, the wheels of his vehicle would be glinting with the evil edge of a blade, ready to slice through the limbs of those stood before him... But that was not how Kerenetam stood today. Today, he stood not as a warrior, but as a diplomat.

His wife had ridden ahead of him and the party, so although he did not have her figure beside him, there were many others. Some of the finest warriors in his host, all, much like himself, with bare chests. Some considered the lack of armour to be foolish in combat, but with the shields that they bore into battle, the lack of armour was preferable. It allowed the sweat to evaporate off, and when a warrior was injured it kept the spirits of sickness out, not trapped in the fabric.

Looking up at a tree, he found himself staring back at a pair of beady black eyes. A raven sat on the branch, observing him carefully. Then, as he watched, a number more of them fluttered down to alight upon the boughs of the tree, and it was with the realisation of the wyrd that he realised that it was a Grand Oak tree. The sort of trees that one would find within the druidic forests, with faces carved into them and their roots filled with blood. The conspiracy would stare at him for a little longer, and then once he had passed by it, they at once let out a caw and took to wing, swirling their way into the sky.

A powerful omen. To whom it favoured he did not know. The group would come to a stop where Arlanna's servants had established themselves, servants and aides fanning out whilst soldiers accompanied him. Before everyone departed however, the warlord would indicate over. "Kussaz, walk with me friend." Once his platonic partner had come close, the warlord would begin his walk. "Stay close. Keep your eyes and ears open. We have many allies and more enemies, but remember what matters most."

"The Rhead. Nothing else."