Tyrvariél had not expected to be part of any party venturing into the abandoned fortress initially, but still he couldn't deny the fact that being left outside felt a little disappointing. Yes, it would save him from what could very well be the most dangerous part of the whole endeavour, but also yes, every constructive achievement out here would most likely be a very temporary one. Once some areas inside the huge building were cleared up they'd probably move all in there, both for more comfort and for the sake of additional protection since, after all, they were still in Nilfgaard territory. Last but not least because of this, but also because of any wildlife that might happen to be in this area, it might be a good thing to set up a guard he thought. However it also seemed like this was being taken care of already.

Not being able to do anything that involved fire and metal felt like a part of his soul being frozen in time while the remainder had to go on somehow. That remainder now cared about the very ground its heavy body was standing on. Tyrvariél saw no point in setting up any kind of tent on soft, muddy terrain, neither for his workplace nor for his private space -- even though these would probably be the same thing for the time being. As a doctor one had to move very fast at times and injured individuals, even if they could still walk themselves, would be happy if they would not have to cross half a swamp in order to get some treatment first.

Speaking of treatment... how would the bastard's men start to treat him once he'd do anything that deviated from flat-out obedience ? Like the complete opposite, for example ? The Aen Seidhe thought about Balidvar's instructions, but while they had been pretty clear about what the fighting troops were supposed to do he found this clarity to be quite lacking in [i]Stay here in the field and keep away from the trees[/i]. These were trained soldiers who certainly had set up large camps before many times, but soldiers were also trained for doing only what was being instructed, weren't they ? So... what would these men do while there were no clear instructions at all ? Tyrvariél was afraid of wasting time and certainly did not want to be responsible in case those witchers and soldiers would come out again, searching for some rest and maybe even being wounded, and would find out that everyone had been idling around in the high grass ?

Tyrvariél heaved himself onto a position where the ground was a few inches higher than everywhere around and swallowed. Maybe they would simply not listen at all, maybe they'd toss him off this place right away, but also maybe, just maybe, they'd recognize the wisdom he assumed to be in his words. [color=ff9900]"Alright people."[/color] his chesty voice started. [color=ff9900]"We are going to prepare everything necessary once the initial party returns, no matter what state they'll be in, and what we ourselves will need in order to have a sleep as good as we can out here. Then we will start exploring the surrounding area outside this wall in order to find the following things: a source of fresh water, firewood and, of course, stuff to eat. Be it plants or animals. Everyone understood me ?"[/color]

He hoped that nobody would see it over the upper rim of his breastplate, but his throat started to seize up. He had to force his legs to stand still instead of making an escape off the tiny hill for there were way too many people around this place that could start to associate him with whatever thing humans often associated elves with. Ten anonymous soldiers of Balidvar was a luxurious number for getting things done, but it certainly didn't feel luxurious for him now.