Therus shrugged at the comment of mercenary. "I'm Tyran's advisor on this little trip, I may in charge yet he's leading the men here. If I go out there and order them to end that party were just undermining one another. He can have his fun, so Jerod what are you doing escorting that youth? More important whose the little Dark Mage tailing you?" He laughed pointing his companion as he withdrew a flask and tossed it to the swordsman. "I know you like your drink so have my flask, I'll fill it later with something from the kegs." The Khan withdrew a smoking and some matches, lighting the pipe he sat down under the tree, gazing up at the sky as stars started to appear. "The winter constellations look beautiful tonight, I wonder if they see them the same way in Valm?" He asked the question to himself as he placed the pipe in his mouth inhaling the smoke. He was defiantly the opposite of his brother, quite and thoughtful perhaps he should have been born in another place where he might have been a philosopher. Here he was a renown swords, famous for ending opponents in one strike.

Jacob escaped the mass retreating back to a corner of the camp as the barbarians sang and partied. From there he retrieve his chess board, his tent, and some food. He slipped off to find a spot to make himself a little camp away from the noise, a place where he could think and plan. From here they would go to Plegia and ask them for assistance in the war, but before that... He'd have to face the enemy expedition, no doubt they were drawing in converts and preparing a army. He'd need to weaken them if he was to have a shot at there leaders and prepare for a counter attack on Valm and the church's capital in Rosanne.