GAR
He was trembling. Shaking with apprehension as he stormed after Tarkyn, shoving through the undergrowth and low-trees, heedless of the noise. Their enemies were closer than they thought, but not there with them yet. He wasn't wasting any time.
When he finally reached the Captain, along with the two exhausted scouts, Tarkyn had gathered a fist of Protectors already, and more were arriving. They were discussing the humans and what the scouts had learned so far.
"…half a night's travel, which means the sun will only be up a couple of hours before they get to the grasses. The river bends out that way, they'll be within reach of water."
Before Gar could say a word, Tarkyn turned to him. "We're climbing the rise," he said, holding a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the steep incline behind him. "While it's still dark they think we'll be able to see the lights when their shield fails. Then we can decide the best way to attack this."
