The soldiers had thought they had lost the beast folk, though regrouped several miles away at a makeshift camp. There was shouting, though that of cheer, and laughter bounced off of the trees. Many remained alert, though many more were already merry with victory, grabbing at and tossing aside the various beastfolk they had captured during the raid.
"Enough!" Called a voice from the large tent towards the centre of the camp. Out walked a man with short black-grey hair, a thick beard covering their face. They wore the same segmented plate as the other men, though their helmet also was covered with a number of feathers atop it, their helmet designed slightly different as the open face seemed angrier, like a dragon ready to breathe out flames. Their face was stern, their eyes cold. They had held up a hand, and the rest of the soldiers had quietened down.
