Shukra received word of what was to be done, and sighed. No rest for the wicked, as the saying went. He took a sip of the stale mead the orcs had made, and let out a sigh. A larger village, wanted intact, with sizable defenses. He took another sip from the stone mug, then grunted. And the master put a bloodthirsty barbarian in charge of an operation like this. It was foolish, madness, idiotic. Some of the orcs around him could see his frustration, and began to make themselves scarce. His frustration often led to someone getting burned, and while it was rare that someone died because of it, no one wanted to be out of commission and miss a raid. But, as it were, he didn't want any of them out either. There was no telling what the others would bring, but he was going to bring as few of his own as possible to the fight. He wouldn't get them all killed in whatever hairbrained scheme Athinar cooked up.

The enchanted equipment had been handed out, but those men would stay behind and lead in his absense. It seemed that he would be out in the field more than he would be conquering the mountains, as he wished. No matter. The orcs weren't going anywhere. They had no drive, simply killing and eating, living like animals. All the better to make them his. They were weak minded, easily pliable. He would correct that with the introduction of humans to his forces, but for now, he'd have to rely on his own mind and their brute strength. It would be enough, for now. The cat scratched his chin, then stood and began rounding up some forces. Now that he thought about it, he might benefit himself by coming in full. Ah, decisions, decisions.

Rather than consult with his own forces, he began to make his way towards his quarters. Which consisted of little more than a large pavilion made of animal hides crudely stitched together, with a bed, chair, and desk inside of it. He sat at the desk, facing a tall, wide mirror. He mumbled a few words and passed his hand over the mirror, and in to view came Athinar, who was just now shouting for the others that were put under his command. Rolling his eyes, he tapped on the glass. [color=f26522]"Athinar, turn around,"[/color] he said, his rich voice coming from behind the oaf. There would be am image of Shukra, just his head and shoulders, but there. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, [color=f26522]"My forces and I await orders."[/color] His voice was calm and cold, showing his obvious lack of respect for Athinar.