A Calvary charge pushed through rain and mud quickly intending to meet their ghastly opposition with force. Blackguards strapped in leather, chain, and plate of various style relinquished blade and bow in preparation. But amidst the charge was a man with a black mane launching from the back of a horse with a longsword in hand, which turned upon its pommel into a reflexive flourish before dropping to his side. Marching with purpose steel eyes moved towards Liirah.<br/><br/>His men marched behind him making pace as the Commander pushed forward quickly to the woman stumbling through the chaos. She looked weary and covered in mud. As far as assumptions went Tibor was certain the girl was responsible for the silo, but more than that he could not be certain.<br/><br/>To his chagrin she’d been all too eager to talk first before he’d even attempted to question. Noticing a strong accent, Tibor could barely make sense of her babbling through the anxious outpour. But what he did understand was trouble had come to Pine Creek. This was why the bonfire had been extinguished, and thus the shamblers and whatever else. Time was of the essence however, so instead of continuing to ask her questions Tibor took a gloved hand and pressed her into the direction of a Caravan of wagons shuttling several lengths of men chained behind them.<br/><br/><b>“Take a breath lass.”</b>Tibor insisted as if disregarding her warnings as an obvious fact.<br/><br/>Pointing his sword in several directions the commander bellowed his commands ferociously,<b>“Set the perimeter men! We need to investigate the hamlet, and begin assessing if this outpost is still defensible or should be abandoned. Rally any survivors to the center!”</b>His voice was deep and graveled. More animal than man the bearded Blackguard made his claim upon the area when he pinned his sword into the wet earth below his feet. Continuing to wave and command he showed no initial interest in hearing this girl at the moment.<br/><br/>If Tibor had noticed the Blackguard sigil upon Liirah’s armor then he’d definitely not shown it. But there was something obvious about this man, in the way he took charge, the Raven Company Commander was more of an<i>“Ask Questions Later”</i>type of individual.<br/><br/><br/>The sudden surge of activity disturbed the surrounding area filling the air with a sound and life that hadn’t been there prior. Blackguard filtered around Liirah passing by as if she’d not been a factor, some were carrying kegs and equipment, as others held long posts and lamps. Sickly green glow would emit from these lamps once lit revealing them to Faerie Lamps which caused the heavy mist around them to hiss and burn.<br/><br/>Once the caravan had arrived at the center the chain gang became more apparent. It wouldn’t be anything new for Liirah to see, but even though the Blackguard could conscript prisoners this looked like a slave ring. If not that then why the numbers? Some twenty or more individuals that she’d be able to notice would be rounded together. It was like a small army.<br/><br/>Amongst the prisoners a young man yelped stumbling into others causing commotion.<b>“Is that a hand?!”</b>Wesley cried out in surprise as he lifted his boot from a dismembered limb sunken in the murk. The larger Eoruld grunted and barked his annoyance in response,<b>“Stow it you dumb twat.”</b>It was clear the young man had never been this far out, but it was far more obvious that he never expected to see a body part unattached from a person. For a moment he makes awkward eye contact with Liirah before being yanked forward by the chain gang moving with the wagon to position itself in Hamlet’s center.