[Eyvind Redbeard]

He nodded slightly and smiled.

"Indeed, you have your moments. I only regret not being able to say the same about myself, but that's life, isn't it?"

It was a rethorical question, said with a friendly voice. He had missed her dearly, but with everything going on around then he didn't know if he would have the time to feel something more about her aside of this sweet friendship, not that he didn't feel something more. But things were so hard to understand, he had to focus, lives were at stake.

Standing up Eyvind walked to the northern side of the watch tower. In that direction they could cleary seen the river that came directly from the Khardran mountains.

"The river."

He pointed.

"It comes directly from the mountains. The plan is to use some boats and go up the stream as much as we can. Then the two groups will split, Cyrus will take his men further north to try and find a way across the mountains while we will travel through valleys and hills until we reach Narim's Castellum. The Castellum was built upon a large hill and it controls the plains between Ire and Narim. We won't need to go further west once we get there. A plain is a plain and there is no way for us to hide in it, nor for an army to do so. Once we find a safe route to the Castellum we will send one man back to inform Taralon, then we procced to find a way from there to Ire. With some luck we will find Cyrus and his group once we get there. After that we will all retreat.

It is a covert operation, our objective isn't that of attacking the Orcs nor making sabotage. That is secondary and only should be done if there is no danger at all, something I doubt of."

He paused for a moment.

"We leave on the thirty fifth. Bring light equipment, warm clothes as it may get cold up there and some food. Try to keep things simple, if things get wrong I want everyone out as fast as possible."

He turned and looked at her, his brows slightly curved down and his expression sad and worried.

"If things get wrong I want you out of there."

Maybe he was regreting the letter his hand had written.