Volrath had not joined in on the cheers and celebration of a successful invasion, something was not right and he confirmed it as he walked the camp with his culling axe upon those to weak or injured to ever be of use. He sought men of high rank within Cormac's army, there where few but they all lacked a tactician or an actual leader within their ranks. As the men regrouped he issued out his orders.<br/>"Gather our dead and load them on one of our ships, we will honor their deaths this evening. I want a force to pillage that town of anything you can get your hands on, patrols to keep a look out..."<br/>The orders were all known by his troops, his army was a well oiled and geared war machine that knew what to do to secure a beach front.<br/><br/>The injuries he sustained were nothing a cauterizing blade could not seal up, his thoughts where elsewhere for a moment a he gazed up at the ominous castle in the distance and smirked. The cries of the dead were finally silenced and replaced with the sounds of the turbulent ocean washing the bloody ocean as far as it could reach. Spotting his second in command earned the younger man a fierce smack on his back.<br/>"You fought well Aeirik, come let the rest of the men landing work with the clean up. Let's see if we can find us anything worth of value over to the north."<br/>Pointing up towards the port city the locals abandoned, the broad shoulder barbarian strapped his axes onto his back and urged Aerik to join him for a little pillaging, very sure that no one would have been foolish enough to stay back in the port city while Cormac's defeated army was retreating back to gather and rally their forces for the counterattack that was inevitable.