Lauralana raises a brow at his words, a grin showing briefly before she nods. "Then prepare your men Your Highness." Once more that odd flick of her elongated ears and a dip of her head before she turns and exits the tent, the flap pinned back.<br/><br/>Outside her voice rang instructions, "Ana, start the loading of supplies, put a guard of 4 men around it, for they will not enter the swamps. Garreth, if you would be so kind as to start the dwarves in gathering and inspecting armors and weaponry." A few other orders as activity bursts about.