The ragtag men and boys of the Gauldin regiments marched towards the camp slowly, most of them worn from the running and fighting they each had to do to get out of their homeland. They had succeeded in victory, but now it was time for them to fight once more, and possibly for their last time. Their leader, Major Mackeralini, sat on an artillery horse at the front of one of the cannon trains. He was riding it until they got into the camp. Families followed with soldiers, and the wounded were piled on the ammo trains or dragged on sheets that were on the ground. 

They would begin setting up their camp almost in silence, the carriages mainly forming two small circles which a lot of the families were placed inside, small fires being lit in them and around them as people began unpacking themselves. They had fought and run through many countries as exiles, and they were worn and tired. Some of the men, mainly those who were educated or soldiers before their exile, began spread out through the entire camp trying to find supplies and surgeons for the wounded. Trading when they could to get help the rest of their fellow countrymen. They knew that their last days could be upon them at any moment, or that they may see their country become something amazing once again. 

Major Mackeralini dismounted the horse and started towards the command tent, he himself was wounded, but he would not let anyone but a few see him down; he did not want what was left of the moral to be shattered by a small limp. When he entered the tent, he had sat down with one of the more educated men in his company following him in, it was just some random merchant, but it was the closest thing to an aide he had at that point. 

He found himself a place to sit and looked at the other men at the table, wondering if it was just them being commanders against his old mentor. "Is this it, are we the only ones to stand against the Devil?" he asked softly in his native language to his aide, forgetting that these were most likely educated men around him. "If so, I fear for us... is this just the initial skirmishing force to pave the way for a drawn-out war against him, we do not know how much he has left... he had been chasing us since we were exiled. But tell them thank you for coming to the need of a nation at its worst hours." 

The aide looked saddened by his commander, "It is possibly the force to hold them while the countries around us unite forces... we must be a bastion to protect them." the aide said as he nodded to his commander, looking to others at the table. 

The aide smiled a bit and looked at them, he would be acting as a translator between his commander and the others if they did not know his. "The Major is saddened that this force looks small to him, but he thanks all of you for coming to his nation's side when it is needed most, that they have lost their way under its new tyrant."