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The night dragged on for a small eternity, an eerie unrest spreading throughout the camp of not only general Fong's arrival but captain Nhil's death. most found it hard to believe the level-headed loyalist necromancer to be a traitor to the cause, but then again, most people never expect things from certain indivuiduals...and that's what makes it so easy. Eventually the pockets of sporadic gossiping soldiers dispersed to return to their tents for sleep. Soon enough, the first golden rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon to bathe the camp in the calm radiance of morning. A pair of dark elves strolled through the center of the Civil encampent arguing over their next course of action.

"Melianth..." the shorter of the two said, an edge apparent in his tone.

"Belsius..." the taller said, smiling and adding a musical ring to his brother's name.

Belsius, the smaller and elder of the Avaran brothers scowled up at Melianth and shook his head for the hundreth time that morning. They had been going at it for quite some time on whether to inform general Fong of their presence immediately or go to general Ebon to request reassignment. Melianth, being the younger and more foolhardy of the two, voted that they should head directly to Diloxi Ebon. Not because he wanted to be reassigned, but simply because he had been informed that the queen of dark elves had quite the figure. Belsius, on the other hand, tugged a strand of his brother's long hair in disapproval. He demanded that they inform general Fong of their arrival at once, so their assignments and posts could be assigned and resumed.

"Melianth, don't be foolish. Fong had you whipped the last time your disobeyed a direct order for some...what is it you're always saying to refer to the farer sex?" Bel asked quizzicaly.

"Ass." the younger replied with a grin.

"Ah. How eloquent. Well, I take it you recall the twenty-five lashings you got for seducing that dwarvish lass into your bedroll instead of performing the nightwatch, correct?"

The taller of the brothers grew silent, though his grin widened. Belsius sighed and shook his head. The younger Avaran was most likely recalling each and every lewd detail before his punishment, disregarding the pain totally. After a few more minutes of talking, the pair agreed that Belsius would meet with the general about assignment and Melianth would...do whatever he wanted. The elder Avaran merely wanted him out of his hair for a while. While the cleric continued on to general Fong's tent, Melianth roamed the camp. His crimson orbs scanned the tents to find several soldiers stirring, as well as a multitude of nightwatch troops returning to bed. The large river just past the camp caught his eye though, and a small makeshift pire just on the bank immediately pormpted the inquisitive dark elf to jog up to the rushing water. A single diminutive figure drew his attention, standing over the pile of wood. Looking closely, he could see a falsh of bone white skin just beneath the kindling. The halfling was rather sullen looking, and Melianth approached her slowly.

"Greetings, fare maiden! Um...why do you look like someone speared your horse?"

On the other side of camp, Belsius came to a halt at the entrance of general Fong's tent. Clearing his throat, the elder dark elf captain announced himself in a cordial manner. "Captain Belsius Avaran reporting, sir! I also come to report captain Melianth Avaran's arrival as well! We have successfully taken command over the western plains, and are reporting as ordered. May I come in sir?"