Jerrick nodded and answered amenably. "I understand. There are a few...features of this land I could bring to your attention. Just say the word."

"Of course," Vera said. "I can also think of a few other people who would like to see you again, after all this time. That can come when we're set up."

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Being that the army's lycanthrope cohort was made from the best and most experienced warriors from across the continent of Tamriel, the vanguard through the portal was not the last group to reunite with old fallen friends. Military precision pervaded the camp's setup, though any anxieties about being in a different plane were largely made smaller by all the tearful and joyful reunions. The atmosphere even bled over to the morale of the Legionnaires and Dominion battlegroups as they came through, despite the occasional reunion resulting in some animalistic wrestling in good fun.

Other revelations came out of the troop movement as well. Primarily, the sheer numbers they had made even the most disciplined march through their single portal a lengthy process. The war council had it on their agenda to reflect on and discuss their recent logistics on the lead up to the assault.

Evening darkened the Hunting Grounds by the time Fendros finally had a quiet enough moment to take everything in. He had a ponderous look on his face wherever he was not being talked to about something, evidently ruminating on something or another. He found himself holding the same expression when he came to Ahnasha with fresh waterskins for the both of them.

"How are thing here?" Fendros asked. "No incidents?"