The air was thick with anticipation when the two friends made their way through the orc camp. The moon was rising and the sky was filled with stars. They hadn't been spotted and Calanon was so excited she couldn't hold in her laughter. Beremthor turned around and put his hand over her mouth and whispered to her. - "You have to be quiet. If we wake the camp before we find the banner, we are in big trouble." - "I'm sorry, but this is so exciting!", she whispered back through Beremthor's hand. It almost made his laugh, but he held it in and smiled at her.

Preparations to be made. I left him scouring the refuge for whatever can be spared or bartered for. It is better so - I trust his judgement - what do I know about snow? Time too, for him to reflect upon the choice he has made ... or his victory... however he may see it.