Ironwolf awoke minutes later, and tied a rag around his head, and over his eye.
Slowly he stood, and limped his way back to the invading camp.
Some of his fellow brethern rushed to his side, helping him to a tent.
"Easy lad, you've been to hades and back." Ulfgar said, as he tended to his wounds.
"I will be alright, have they sounded the horn?" 
"Nay lad, we have not heard a word."replied the old veteran warrior.
"Who attacked you?" asked Bjorn.
"Some strange creature with pointed ears."
"Elves, so..the king has elves with him to, damn magical nuisances." grumbled Ulfgar.
"We should attack now with the seige machines." Bjorn suggested.
"I agree, hand me my axe and shield." Ironwolf said.
"Lad, you are in no condition to be fighting, rest first."
"Rest Ironwolf, we will attack at dawn, signal or no signal." Bjorn said.