Tanna wasn't happy with how long it was taking to break down the camp and get the Companies back on the roads.  The reasons were two fold:

First, because there had been significantly fewer deaths amongst the injured during the night, there were far more of them now to be carted back to Westmoreland.  It was an irony that the higher survival rate was actually bad for the immediate future of the army.

Cavalry had been sent out in all directions to buy, borrow, or steal wagons, carts, and sledges, as well as the horses, mules, donkeys, and oxen to pull them.  While the former had been found in sufficient numbers, the latter hadn't.  In the end, civilians were conscripted to help the less senior soldiers in pulling many of the vehicles filled with the injured as if beasts of burden. 

The second reason was the unexpected information coming from scouts.  Many of the surviving enemy troops from yesterday's battle were gathering in the forests in all directions, possibly threatening guerrilla actions against the Westmoreland forces.  Tanna had planned on leaving Squads or Platoons of soldiers in all of the Towns and Cities now belonging to her Father, but now it appeared that she would have to send men into the woods to root out the enemy.

"I'll be heading south with the slaves," she told her General, surprising him.  She had planned on returning to Westmoreland in the north. She explained, "I need to be present for the auction of the slaves, not just those taken in yesterday's fight but those still in holding in Praul. We stand less a chance of being cheated if I am there to personally oversee the sale."

Her personal Bodyguard of 12 was expanded with the addition of 12 more experienced Soldiers.  As she was bidding farewell to her General, he nodded his head toward the cage in which Kyrinn was still housed, asking, "And what of him?  The other slaves hare already half a day south."

"He'll fetch more coin than any other 20 laborers [i]combined[/i]," she said, giving reason for keeping him close.  "The mine owners would love to have him, but ... I think I could get more for him as a Gladiator."

They went their separate ways, with Tanna having Kyrinn taken from his cage.  Atop her horse, she looked down to him as her soldiers exchanged his ankle shackles for a pair that would still inhibit running but would make walking at a steady pace possible.

"Run, and I will have one of your feet cut off," she told him with a serious tone.  "Raise a hand to my men, and you will lose it."

She smirked, adding, "Play nice, like you did last night, and you will live through this day."

She turned her horse as the Company with which she would ride began marching for the south road.  Tanna looked back as Kyrinn fell in behind her wagon of tent items, then spurred her horse forward and rode ahead to check in with the Senior Officer leading the trek south.