Jurai shook his head as Fiona spoke. "You did an excellent job Fiona, you saved more lives than you give yourself credit for. Your strategy of setting fire to the city while we escape bought the convoy time to get away, without that, we may well have lost everyone." Jurai was not just trying to reassure Fiona, he spoke truthfully, it had been quite an effective tactic, one that he had been afraid to suggest himself. When the troops heard Fiona suggest it, they had been shocked, but they understood the necessity of it. If the idea had come from Jurai himself, an orc, it would have been met with far more hostility. After all, the orcs would have plenty of reason to want Outlook burned to the ground, and so some of the soldiers would have suspected Jurai of ulterior motives.<br/><br/>He smiled gently as he watched Fiona scamper off, jogging to keep up with her as they made their way along the road to catch up with the rest of the convoy. She was no soldier, but maybe that's what they needed, an outsider's perspective, someone who could experience this war just as a person rather than a soldier. He just hoped she would be able to handle the horrors that came with a war like this. She was still very young... then again, he wasn't that old himself, certainly not compared to the fey and demons who fought alongside and against them. His thoughts drifted to Aersilae, who he had not seen since the battle's start. He hoped she had managed to escape unharmed as well.