With her orders, Stalwart nodded. "Aye, sir," she responded. "I'll get a platoon for reserve." So, that was it. No infantry, to speak of. It seemed bizarre to the Wing Sergeant. Now, her mind was truly boggling over what the senior Caster had planned. He was far too well-walked and seasoned for her to consider this tactic foolish heavy-handedness. She wondered if there was something about the Redlochs he knew that he was compensating for. In her own experience, Redlochs were tenacious warriors who favored close combat, but were not above using heavy firearms and magic. More strategic elements were generally beyond her; she was usually too focused on putting finger-sized holes in the heads of enemy officers to notice how the enemy operated as a whole.<br/><br/>Before she took her leave of Judas, however, she leaned over the gunwale to observe the terrain. This mysterious landmass had a strange beauty to it that lent itself to geographical recollection. The flora in one region varied wildly from one only a thousand meters away, resplendent in splashes of color and championed by towering trees that crested hills like kings of miniature domains. Mary nearly knew where she was already without even scrutinizing the landscape. She pointed to a ridge where a flock of birds were circling a row of yellow and red bushes. "Base camp's just over that ridge. Won't be long," she announced, before turning and taking her leave to assemble the reserve.<br/><br/>Getting them ready wouldn't take long; they were already coming to combat quarters. The dozen men only needed to be selected and quickly briefed on what was expected of them. Everyone else knew what to do when the drum was beaten. So, her next stop was the hold, where she expected to find the three other casters readying their warpieces -- specifically, Carrie. Stalwart deliberately avoided making contact with Olivia, as her former sternness seemed to have degenerated into a full-on bad mood. Once she got to Magispark, she cleared her throat. "'Scuse me, ma'am. Seems it's just you all, your 'pieces, and me. Infantry's in reserve. Redloch's near, so it'll be double-time to the crystal site. Could be dangerous. We'll be heading down soon," Mary informed the medic of their crew. She seemed a bit anxious to get topside again; she wanted to know the condition of the camp as soon as it came into view. Depending on how long Redloch had been here, they might have set up an ambush. She was no good in a place where she couldn't use her gun.