Ares remained within his tent, sitting down cross legged with his hands on his knees. He inhaled deeply trying to focus and clear his mind, but after each moment where he could feel himself drift away, his body would force himself awake. After what felt like an hour of this he finally stood up and then left his tent.
Rori, Lana, Torak, and Heria were all waiting for him outside, plus a handful of others. The humans had been led away, what with the tensions high. A handful of Lana's trusted warriors had taken them aside and were guarding them at the moment. The pair of wolffolk that had returned had been taken elsewhere to be treated and given rest.
"I suppose it's finally time to confront the beast." Ares said as he rubbed the side of his neck. "How many warriors do we have that have shields and armour?"
"Three of ten by ten, and then a few more." Rori replied back.
"What are their races?"
