Jurai was a bit startled when he suddenly heard Aersilae's voice in his mind, but when she mentioned that she had spent a hundred years in hell, it finally clicked. "Ah. Forgive me, I realize now that I had mistaken you for a human. I'm guessing you are a fey, most likely a nymph, no?" he asked, now finally understanding that nagging feeling he had been getting about her before. Nymphs were not unheard of in the Beastlands, and Jurai had encountered one once before, though he got the feeling that nymphs in the Beastlands were significantly more... amorous than those from the rest of Terra, or perhaps the one he had met had just been feeling a bit horny.<br/><br/>He nodded at her assessment of the current state of the battle, standing up with her. "Indeed, a quick peek at their forces wouldn't hurt, if only to assess how much time we have left to prepare. Still, we should hurry back if we are to have time to shore up our defenses. Lead the way Aersilae." he concluded, nodding politely.<br/><br/>It was as they prepared to walk toward the camp that Jurai heard a woman's voice, loud and clear. He cursed, recognizing the voice immediately. Yes, he knew of Lady Death, he had met her on the field of battle before. The powerful orc absentmindedly rubbed a small scar on his flank where one of her spearmen had stabbed him. The two of them had never actually crossed blades, but he looked forward to his chance to do so. "Well, I suppose now we know how much time we have..."