Aeirik Wavehunter strode through mire surrounding the small camp. They had been positioned in this tiny clearing awaiting the moment of battle for many days now and the land was bogged down with the passing of many booted feet and the drilling of a finely honed unit of men.<br/><br/>Aeirik was proud of his unit, the elite, those chosen to protect Volrath during his every waking hour, for they were more than ready to turn aside the tide of warriors drawn into the cold, steely embrace of Volrath's sword and keep him safe in his moment of glory. For they knew now was the time. Volrath would succeed and soon he and his men would watch over this fine land and celebrate in the safe, warm walls of the great castle.<br/><br/>With a rustle of armour and weaponry Aeirik reached the top of the small rise which gave them a clear view of the city bellow them and stood next to his commander. His long, simply braided hair glowed with the day's light flitering through the surrounding tree tops as he bowed low and reported the days activities to his lord, finishing with a simple heart-felt statement:<br/><br/>"We are ready, my lord."