Khaz watched on in silence as more people showed up, there was talk of orders and things were yelled about 'zero-five-hundred hours' and 'parades'... He had the vaguest idea of what a uniform was and he was going to have to spend some time cleaning his armor tonight... 

As the group disbursed and the bull headed man was told [i]exactly[/i] where he stood in the grand scheme of things, Khaz didn't really have any further reason to stay, turning and heading back to join the rest of his warband in their section of the camp. He would have to tell Grand Alpha Gort what he had heard and hopefully the veteran leader would have a better understanding of what it actually meant then he did. 

With a small sigh, Khaz couldn't help but feel that this whole damn incident had soured the joyous mood that he had been feeling before. Oh well...