Parum took to the ramparts to play her music. It was so odd how, only hours ago, this was a place ripe with the stench and cries of death. But now the air was stale and deathly silent. The guards were ever vigilant but there was no sign of attacks. Not even so much as a spotting of scouts or an arrow flung in their direction. Parum could still see parts of Greenest burning in the distance, but even so all was quiet there. She looked to the dark clouds half-expecting to see a giant dragon looming overhead, but there was nothing. Somehow this didn't comfort Parum. She took out her instrument and tried to play a song, but in the end she couldn't find the music within her. She mealy settled for plucking away at the strings as she tried to think of a ballad to describe Greenest. A dirge perhaps.
It wasn't long before Parum found herself in the company of the others, sans Orchid and Kyra. She knew that Kyra likely needed to reflect on her actions for today and Orchid... Was probably asleep somewhere. Parum knew orcs were strange people, but she never realized just how odd they were until she met him. Perhaps he's just an oddity among orcs? Either way Parum focused on the governor and the others. The Governor didn't beat around the bush: he wanted to use the information they gained in some way. Brannor spoke the simplest plan: Find the camp and the hatchery, and destroy both. Easier said than done of course, but at least they had a clue of their existance. But Torus was right too: They need rest.
"We need to find their hatchery and cause as much damage as we can. We can't hope to defeat their forces with what we have here, but if we can cause mayhem with their precious hatchery that may give us more time to withstand their assault. But we certainly can't do that today. While we still live I've exhausted all the magic within me and no doubt the others are running low on energy as well. We need rest, at least for the night, before we can even begin searching for the camp and the nest." Parum glanced towards Torus at his request for more soldiers to accompany them. While Parum would certainly like to have numbers on her side, she shook her head.
"If we leave now we'll die tired. And if we try to muster a force out we'll die en masses. We know that a nest exists and that their camp should be easy enough to find, but until we actually find their camp and nest we shouldn't move in a large force. The fortress is already short on manpower as it is, depriving them of more will simply make it easier for the bulk of the enemy to overtake the fortress. We need to rest and recuperate, gather what resources that could be spared, and find our targets. Stir discord and confusion among the enemy. Only once they are disorganized could we possibly strike back against them with our meager forces. But not while we're at the disadvantage."
Master Crim