[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center]
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Life in the rear guard could often be a boring prospect, especially when faced with enemies such as the Lions had just encountered. Not that that was anything much to complain about—had these cultists proven particularly adept, any measure of true threat, then it might have fallen upon the rear to secure the retreat. Heavy cavalry and infantry, routed from shock tactics or guarding the supply lines to instead be the lives that bought the rest of the force time. Something they all knew, but that none of them—nor any full army in history—wished to ever see happen.

All the same, the clean-up duty following behind the main force was never an enviable task either. While the mage's fireworks had simplified the task a fair bit, there were still bodies to gather, ensure that the dead [i]were[/i] truly dead, and on the off chance one was recognizably alive, tie them up and drag them away. Tedious work to oversee, but necessary.

[b]"Lord Demet. I believe we're finished here."[/b] Cadmon glanced over to the man-at-arms addressing him, giving a short nod. [color=#ff8c00]"All accounted for, then? Strip their corpses of anything worth saving and start taking them to their camp, then. I'll go on ahead...see what's taking our Lioness so long."[/color] He'd not received any news worthy of worry regarding their main force, yet, but the time they were taking with the camp was longer than he would have expected.

So he [i]did[/i] begin to worry, regardless.

At the man's affirmative answer, Cadmon kicked his horse to a gallop, riding into the central camp beneath the rocky outcropping. Destruction like that they'd aimed to cause was seen throughout, but the confused looks on those left to guard outside made it clear this wasn't their doing. [i][color=#ff8c00]The tomb, then.[/color][/i] He'd hoped it could be avoided. Apparently, it couldn't, and the splatters of blood around its entrance didn't particularly entice him either. [color=#ff8c00]"Gentlemen. Is Lady Velvetica still in there?"[/color] he asked the guards still standing at the outermost entrance, who nodded back at him.

[b]"Aye. Her and most of the war council."[/b] Eyes narrowed beneath his helmet, Cadmon nodded—and stepped off his horse, short halberd in hand. [color=#ff8c00]"Watch her. I'm going to see if there's anything untoward happening."[/color]

It wasn't long before entering, progressing through the chambers of the tomb, that he eventually heard the sounds of combat, before stumbling across the few not taking part. Gisela and her demon, and...

[i][color=#ff8c00]Ah. The merchant.[/color][/i] Not that he could entirely blame her for her reaction, given that she wasn't a professional fighter like the rest.

[color=#ff8c00]"What's happened in there?"[/color] he asked the trio, glancing once more down at Lirrah. [color=#ff8c00]"Should we, ah, return you to the fresh air, miss Lirrah?"[/color]