Alyxander rose along with his group, taking a different path towards the meeting place to keep from arousing suspicions should any spies of lord Draco's happen to wander by. He kept on edge and alert, turning his head in the direction of the slightest unordinary noise. His advanced senses would typically be a huge advantage... however, very rarely could they be depended on when in a large group, or when the enemy was an army such as this time. He couldn't sense the presence of danger while surrounded by others. The noise of the horses distracted his hearing. His sense of smell would do him no good in such an open environment.<br/><br/>As the group neared the campsite, they were one of the first to arrive. Alyx aided in setting up camp, though knowing starting a fire in the snow, or with danger possibly nearby, would do no good. As Lord Lyons got there as well, along with the remainder of the troops, he glanced towards him.<span style="font-style: italic">"Winter hit early tonight. I hope our unwanted guests are just more miserable on the mountain. Get some sleep Alyx, you and Johh will leave before dawn. I hope your vision is better than mine in this lightless night. I am sorry no fires can we make. I hope you both have shelter."</span>"If they not be miserable, then they shall be by end of this battle." The boy responded, though his tone wasn't foolish or gloating; he believed they would win, or at least fight off the invaders before they could do any damage. He didn't think it would be easy though, as some young men do at first. Nothing ever came easy when Lord Draco was involved; he'd learned that at a very young age. "I had dealt with worse cold than this, shelter for the night should be given to those who are more likely to catch ill; I rarely ever end up as such, no matter what condition I'm in. I'll manage as I have before."<br/><br/>Alyxander smiled a little up at the older man, glad that he was being of some use finally; not just a helpless guest who did nothing to pull his own weight.<span style="font-style: italic">"Share this while it is hot. Ann made spiced cider. Come tomorrow we will have fire and keep under pretense we are travelers."</span>He gratefully took the jug and gulped down a bit of it, though not being too greedy before handing it back and thanking Lyons.<span style="font-style: italic">"Good thing some of the men can sing. If you don't find those bastards first we can folly as drunk travelers and hope to lure them to us. I need you to flush them of that mountain."</span>"I shall not fail. Draco's army may be many and mighty, but I am quick. I know my former master's strategies, and if his actions portray to his soldiers as well, the fight will not be easy; but their actions shall be predictable if you play this right. I promise I shall do my best."