<strong>Bremorel and Finna</strong><br/><br/>Lady Judith raised her spoon slightly to caution the overly curious girl, a few dents visible on the large carved utensil she used to stir the cauldron.<br/>"You betcha that scoundrel got a new bump on that empty keg he calls his head!" he said wit ha big smile, like someone who couldn't do her job better. "And what do you expect lass? Everyone's gonna talk about the half elven girl, with all those tales of them beautiful fey ladyfolk those pointy ears of yours might be enough to find an admirer eh?" she responded to Bree's earlier reaction about the gossips.<br/>"Now, be patient and you'll get your good meal soon I promise. If it's ale you want, there's a few kegs in that tent over there, but if you get drunk and start a brawl, you better not be near my fireplace!" she said turning to Finna, having seen not one fistfight start with a few friendly tankards "Oh, and if you see Yussi again, be a dear and tell her we need to stock up on potatoes soon. The soldiers can't kill beastmen if they're not eating properly."<br/>A nearby, larger tent was set up as a sort of tavern, with a cart loaded with barrels of ale, wine and spirits parked near the side. There were a few people running a bar and handing out drinks to the soldiers who tried to loosen up a bit, bantering and laughing inside. The two girls could probably get a few drinks before being reminded that they're on duty in the morning, or could take a small keg and enjoy  the drink elsewhere.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Hunter</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.warseer.com/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=151826&amp;d=1347784881)</div>Looking for some fun and games of chance, Hunter entered the gambling tent after the breafing, only to be greeted by the regular sight of Edge, master of all traps and halfling rogue extraordinaire clean out some soldiers in a game of dice. He wasn't cheating - at least no one could tell if he did, but his lucky streaks were too suspicious, and people sat down to roll dice with him less for the game of winning coin, and more for the opportunity to figure the little bastard out.<br/>"Y'aww, I'm sorry man tough luck. That'll be another five." he said in his terrible accent, his voice something between sing-song aloof and gloating. The guy who sat with him shook his head and left after leaving his copper, and Edge collected his winnings.<br/>"Hey Edge, you're from Meklier right? Port town? Ever been on a ship? What do seagulls sound like?" a man in a frilly shirt and unbuttoned vest asked from the far side of the dwelling, lying against a crate and apparently writing onto the empty pages of a book. His ridiculous mustache and goatee barely matched up with his dark, wild hair and he was waving a feather he used as his pen around wildly in the halfing's direction.<br/>"Shaddap! What kind of crap are ya doin now, bard-boy? No wait, forget I asked!" Edge rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his short black hair.<br/>"I'm writing an epic adventure story about a pirate captain who falls in-"<br/>"Shaddap!"<br/>"Fine. Could have said you never seen any seagulls." the writer grumbled and turned a page, trying to find another idea to put on the paper. After a few seconds he turned back to the halfing, not giving him any rest from his harassment. "What about a king's court, a great tragedy where everyone dies? Or lovers coming from rival noble families? So many ideas in my head!"<br/>"Who the hell would want to read somethin' that? If it's any good, probably a bard better than you alredy wrote it. Nitwit." the gambler responded, but his eyes met Hunter's and lingered there. "Why hello there. Up for an exciting little game of chance?" he asked her with a grin.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Alleria</strong><br/><br/>The orc holding her by the arm made some kind of noise and expression that the wizardess couldn't recognize on the bestial face.<br/>"Next day, orcs fight for glory. Crush puny god. Do it in orc's way. Not with hoo-men. You want to meet great warrior? Come to tent now!" he growled, pulling on Alleria's arm to follow with him as he took a few steps deeper into the camp. Apparently the orcs had their own tactics or plans for the battle tomorrow, and did not approve of the idea of an infiltration party.<br/>Meanwhile the the onlooking orcs looked with great interest how the exchange between the massive warrior and the physically frail witch was going, and the dark-skinned ranger got out of sight from bird-view, disappearing somewhere in the orc encampment. His intentions remained a mystery, including wether he would come to Alleria's aid, or just use her as disctraction to carry out some other plan he might have had.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Ashara</strong><br/><br/>Gavrel grinned at the stunning beauty before him after the healing spells closed his wound and put some strength back into him.<br/>"Well damn, you should come down here and fight more often, cause I'm not falling for that trick again. And whatever you just did to heal me, you should do more of that too! But I suppose I'll have to do what you want for the next hour eh? Fine, but this better not be some prank to tease me or there'll be hell to pay. So, what'll it be, gorgeous? I've got some red wine in my tent if you're thirsty." he winked at the priestess, hoping his suggestion might let him have his way despite losing the duel, his previous energy and cockyness returning to him quickly.<br/>"Send him to clean the horses!" "Make him run laps around camp!" "Nah, you can let him off easy can't you?" "How about you come with me instead, love?" the other soldiers started getting loud again, throwing out suggestions and passes at Ashara.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tevaga</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://nerdvampire.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/king20arthur2.jpg)</div>Tevaga would spend more than an hour in the war room, helping to mediate between Chief Graymane and the humans. Lady Yustissa left after the most important matters were discussed, mostly regarding the next day's battle and the aftermath, and entrusted Tevaga with easing relations and communication between the two parties for the remaining matters. Once the meeting was over, the chief returned to his people, but not before keeping his burning gaze lingering on the paladin clearly of orcish blood. The tall and powerful man Kardur who was present and spoke out most against the orcs quickly vanished in the crowd, presumingly to find some distraction. Sir Franc (picture) didn't leave immediately though. Tevaga would know him well, the knight being the one who brought her into the army. For a time she was his squire, though their exact relationship was never quite clear to anyone. Sir Francois Falconshield or Franc as he preferred to be called, was clearly not of noble or knightly descent. He was however, one of the best riders of Yranur, with a gift for cavalry combat even if his attitude and moral code was more free that that of a proper knight. He did manage to cheat the caste system however, as he had legal papers of being the son of a well known but deceased lord. It was unknown if he tricked the old man into adopting him, or if there was something between them, but he somehow made it from commoner to knight captain. Perhaps this was the reason he decided to help the half-orc girl, whom most treated with distrust until she's proven her time and time again. Now they both were respected knights in the military who taught their comerades that judging someone at first sight was rarely accurate.<br/>"Hold it for a second, girl. I know you're probably busy or want to train right now, but could you help out and old friend? I've got a few lads and lasses over at cavalry who don't seem to be taking their job seriously enough. You know I'm not the lecturing type, but it might do them some good to hear some speeches from you. You've come far, and they could use someone they can strive towards."