A cool breeze drifted across the clearing, tents and campfires littering the land as the Alliance prepared for the siege.
Dizarak leaned against the base of a long since fallen tree, eyes darting to and from various faces his gaze lingering on the reason he found himself within the ranks of the Alliance once more. The middle aged human male sat among a few others boisterous drunken cheers detailing how he would do this that and the other thing to his enemies. Displaying his Broken Isle sized ego that frankly the Ren'dorei couldnt even fathom how it fit in his small frame.
Silently the hired guard prayed his charge would run screaming from the fight in the morning or perhaps be entirely too trashed to merely figure out how...