Belisar gave the very briefest of nods when he was introduced by the dwarf,Morgella, whose name had escaped him until that moment. The other two, Allana and Corto were known to him only by sight, and he had never spoken much with the other members of the Silver Leaves. The new man was a talker, though that didn't bother him. It reminded him of one of his soldiers, Heraclis, a man who could talk nonsense no matter the situation. During the retreat, when everyone was downcast and ready to give up he simply began talking and joking and everyone soon began to brighten up. For a moment, this caused Belisar to smile, before he remembered Heraclis' body, split open by an axe from collarbone to guts. He didn't talk much after that.<br/><br/>He spent the next few minutes blankly staring into his mug of water, unsure of whether or not to join in the debate about drinking. He didn't drink, not much more than the cut of rum that kept the water from spoiling, most of the time. There was one occasion when he made Sergent and a bunch of men from his company took him out carousing. That was enough for one life. Besides, drinking was a sin when he was on duty, and he had held his men to that rule.<br/><br/>The news about the former Legion members turned bandits caused him to look up sharply. Should he say something here? He didn't know, maybe. But instead he stayed silent, and the new man, Chath, chattered on, before wondering about the possibility of being deployed any time soon. He wanted to know himself, but instead he just shook his head slightly and swallowed the food in his mouth.<br/><br/>The news that they wanted was brought by the Tindra, Iano. Not only would they be moving soon but they would be fighting the forces of Agren who threatened yet another city. "I'll be glad to be in a fight" He said, or started to, anyways. His voice was gruff and scratchy from not having used it much in the past little while. He cleared his throat and started again. "I'd be happy to be in a fight. And Morgella, from the sound of things there won't be much of a battle line to fight in, unless the Agren commander is an idiot. Light cavalry and skirmishers aren't much more than a raiding force." He stopped, wondering if he should go on about the merits of heavy infantry but decided not to. "I would also like to know who is supposed to be in charge of this little expedition as well though." A small part of him wished that he would be put in charge, but that was a foolish wish. It would be a member of the company who had actual experience in leading these troops, not a broken man bordering on having a mental breakdown.