text: Orvyn meets you at the edge of camp. A priest and a warrior, an Eriu and a Christian, Orvyn has been your stalwart follower and friend for nearly two decades.
  
  
  You both clasp hands firmly and grin, filled with pre-battle adrenaline. Although Orvyn is not technically in command of your men, you have left your normal commander, Garyn, back at home to guard your wife and children with a skeleton crew.
  
  
  With Garyn away, Orvyn is stepping in. He is a good commander for battles; he is amicable and courageous, but also capable and firm. In peacetime he would lack the rigid authoritarianism necessary for drilling the men, but right now they need a man to keep them confident. Orvyn inspires confidence; he isn't especially tall, but he is solidly built and a force to be reckoned with.
  
  
  His beard and hair are both jet black, and both are kept in place by various bone rings. That, and his sparkling green eyes, give him a look of mad fanaticism that men are all too happy to follow.
  
  
  You provide the encouragement, and Orvyn provides the fire. Together you are a killing force. Orvyn fingers the axe at his belt restlessly.
  
  
  "Should we go to the shieldline?"
  
  
  There is still probably an hour or more before the two armies actually meet, as men are ever reluctant to face a shieldwall, but being early couldn't hurt.
  > You have some time, let's talk
  You shrug
  
  
  "We still have some time."
  
  
  You find a moist log and sit down. Orvyn follows your lead and seats himself on a campstool taken from a nearby firepit. He cracks his knuckles
  
  
  "So?"
  
  
  You stretch, mailshirt shimmering
  
  
  "I just wanted to talk"
  
  
  "About?"
  
  
  "The weather of course"
  
  
  Orvyn looks at you quizically, and you roll your eyes
  
  
  "I meant the battle. I wanted to talk about the battle"
  
  
  Orvyn touches the hilt of his axe
  
  
  "Mm. I might have preferred a conversation on the weather"
  
  
  You spread your palms
  
  
  "Sorry, just this; do you think that we can win?"
  
  
  Orvyn shrugs
  
  
  "Do you?"
  
  
  For a while you sit in silence. Neither one of you is willing to speak. You grit your teeth angrily
  
  
  "I was hoping for some encouragement. This is definitely not helping either of us. Come on, let's go to the front."
  
  
  Orvyn nods, and helps you up from your log
  
  
  "Alright, let's go then"