[Arien]

Dristi rolled over on to her back as she was woken up by raised voices from the camp. She rolled her eyes and yawned. It was probably another scuffle between those warriors that sat around the fire. She threw the cover from upon her and crawled to the tents door flap, she peered out through the small flap. Dristi could see Ghurdan out from his tent in a rage. She saw him draw his sword and put it to someone throat. Although she could not make out their features she laughed inside. Probably one of those stupid tribesmen. She watched as he was lead into Sevora’s tent. Dristi thought about going but she reassured herself that she would hear all about it in the morning. So she lay her head back down on the hard floor and slowly fell asleep.

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Dristi woke before the sun rose, she opened her eyes slowly to find herself face to face with the roof of the tent. Dristi stretched her arms upwards and yawned. Ah! Today there would, without a doubt be a battle, excellent! She got up quickly and dressed in the same things she had worn the previous day, and made sure her weapons were with her. It was still somewhat cold outside and the embers of he fire quickly faded so she slung on her cloak and made her way to Sevora’s tent. Around the camp smoke rose from burnt out fires and the men were scattered in small huddles, some sleeping and others murmuring quietly to each other in the new morning silence. As Dristi arrived at the tent she could hear voices, good Sevora was already awake. She drew the tent flap and stepped in. The people in the tent turned round to see who the new visitor was.

“Dristi!” Sevora said, “how nice of you to join us…” She smiled sarcastically and motioned for Dristi to be seated on her chair. I’d cut that smile of her face right now! Dristi fumed. She was going to reply with a comeback but she noted that two of the young ones were present too, so instead Dristi nodded and made her way to it while the others in the tent continued.

“So…” Sevora started again.

“If you don’t mind me interrupting?” Dristi queried.

“If you must,” Sevora sighed.

“What was all the commotion about last night?”

“ That,” smiled Sevora, “ Dristi you missed a little visit from one of the tribes men.”

“And where is it now? We could use it…” Dristi said in thought.

“He,” said Ghurdan, “ Is dead.”

“Oh,” said Dristi a little shocked, “ I trust you got no information out of it then?”

“No Dristi nothing that we didn’t already know, now Ghurdan, are all your men ready to fight?” Sevora asked leaning back in her chair. Ghurdan nodded in reply.

“How shall I send them? In two groups or a full on hit?” Ghurdan questioned.

“Before we do anything we need position archers..” cut in Dristi.

“Is done,” said Ghurdan wearily, “They are positioned on the rocky out crops either side of the tribes camp.”

Well at least he isn’t an idiot, thought Dristi. Though she couldn’t wait for the fight, she felt like a little child, a little child who could hack a grown adult to pieces at any rate. She ran her hands along her blade that was now in her hand. Not long now…