"[color=0072bc]Never expected an undead army to be 'morning people'... [/color]" KaMara said, tightening the dark metal greaves protecting her legs. "[color=0072bc]That's just [i]rude[/i] and inconsiderate. Probably just scavengers looking for a meal or scouts checking out us new arrivals.[/color]"
  She listened to the runners and their report to Nakamura, taking in their Intel.  Customarily, duty assignments were the purview of a direct superior officer...but that was regular forces.  KaMara and her cohort were Adventurers and could, at best, be described as [i]Irregulars[/i] and thus mostly under their own command.  Still, deferring to local commanders was a courtesy. "[color=0072bc]Sounds like the Front Line has things handled on their end, Commander.  You want us on North or West duty?[/color]". She acted as if the strange and eerie supernatural disturbances around them didn't bother her in the least.