He gave a mental shrug at that, before pointing out that a mere human and dragon would be hard pressed to do anything about the main force if they could spare better than twenty units to make an advanced force. He then added, drawing his weapons as he heard something approaching, that he had honestly expected the Jortund Trolls, or whatever it was called, to still be in the 'gathering forces' phase, not already in the middle of a rampage. That it had gotten this far was not a good sign, especially not so close to the Summer Court's lands, before adding that he was a sergeant, not a full on leader. He could do patrols and squads, even platoons if he had to, but armies were well beyond him. He put the weapons up as he spotted riders, and waved to them, and popped a parade ground salute to the leader of the large patrol, before nodding back to his charges. "These poor souls are hardly in any condition to move quickly, even with us only a couple miles or so from the main camp."<br/><br/>It was more to show concern than actual concern, and he gave the sergeant next to the officer a slight nod of respect, knowing he was the actual brains of the group, and was quietly advising the lieutenant before him. Once they figured out how many of the soldiers would remain behind to guard the civilians and bring them in, he went ahead with the officer and a couple soldiers, easily keeping up on foot despite his escort being mounted. He was a foot slogger, and preferred running to riding.