Oberon nodded towards those who spoke to him, and followed Elena along with Tacitus out to greet the troops before their mission. Maybe after the speech, Oberon could practice with Draconil before anything else happened. Standing by his friend's side as he had always done in the past, he listened to her powerful speech to bring the first battalion which would lead this first great raid upon the trade route.
To say she didn't cause admiration to blossom within the ranks (and himself) is an understatement. He gave her a soft smile and nodded to her. "Well spoken Elena." he complimented with a smile as he rolled his shoulders and prepared to walk with her. It was then Tacitus opened his mouth and said that there was no turning back at this point.
"Tacitus, there was no turning back since we started on this path, found you, Rei, and recruited many to our cause." Obi stated as he stared out at the distance to see the onee small solitary tent beyond. A Zankor turncoat who kept his distance due to his mistrust. Though it sickened him to think that a potential enemy or ally was out there, he had to calm down and tolerate him, for Elena's sake. "It's either do or die at this point, and keeping on the plans and gaining footholds until we get strong enough." he gripped his fists and cracked them, and the thoughts of fighting against a member of the House of Zankor. Especially Damien...
No, better to save the growing worry about Damien for now. He had to see what Elena's intentions were. Oberon turned his gaze to the woman he respected, his longtime friend, the object of unrequited affections. Speaking of maybe after the battle he'd try to playfully flirt with her again, hoping for no interruptions, more specifically the spymaster on that front. "So, are we ready for kicking som Zankor behind?" he asked with enthusiasm in his voice.