Returning and preparing|Naurorod

[Northen Light36]

Damien returns to Naurorod, sending out a messager to carry word to the clans to bring what food, clothing and tents they can spare to the gathering place and then they will move on to Reave.
"No rest for the weary, Damien," the Leader of Fires sighes to himself. "There's work to be done still," Despite his mental scolding of himself, Damien still can't quiet shake off an almost overwhelming longing to rest. The attack on Lacuna took more out of him then he's letting on and the almost constant stress and activity since is having a negative effect on Damien's health.

[Kender Bard]

Once again, Clan Char is on the scene as fast as they can go. However, this time, there are less members then at the last gathering.

"I hope you don't mind," Charanth says apologetically. "I didn't feel the need to bring everyone and left behind those that were in dire need of recooperation. They'll catch up with us again later."

[Northen Light36]

Damien nods. "That's fine," he replies. Despite his efforts to hide it, there's a note of exhustion in his tone and slight bags under his eyes on top of the tiniest tremors in his legs as his exhusted body pushes its self on past it's limits.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth narrows his eyes and says, "Honored One, if I may be frank with you a moment... I think someone needs to order you to bed. You've done your part in addressing the Clears and establishing a tentative peace. Charminei is there to act as liason for the rest of us. You should go back to your clan and rest and let the rest of us deal with what needs doing. I doubt there's going to be much of an incident, especially not with the majority of what's essentially going to be grunt work and teaching these poor ignorant people the basics of living on the land."

[Northen Light36]

Damien hesitates, reluctent to agree. He knows he desperately needs sleep, part a part of his mind is growling at him that he got the clans into this mess and it's his duty to see it through. After a moment or two though, the fact that Damien feels like he'll collapse if he takes another step wins out. "You may be right Charanth," he reluctently admits.

[Kender Bard]

"I know I'm right," Charanth shoots back smartly. "Either place one of the Clan Leaders in charge or leave it to us to sort out on our own."

[Northen Light36]

Damien smirks at Charanth's tone. He always has enjoyed the company of both Charanth and Charminei - neither have any problems with telling him he's a fool when he needs to be told. But still... "Smart tounges may find themselves burnt Charanth," he tells the other fire type. "You're in charge."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth grinned and clucked his tongue pointedly. "Gotcha! Enjoy your rest, Honored Leader."

[Northen Light36]

Damien laughs and flicks a tiny fireball, little more then an ember really, at Charanth. "No matter how old you get, you'll always be a brat," he tells Charanth, before turning and slowly beginning to make his way home. Right now sleeping for a few hundred years sounds good, Dragons be damned.

[Kender Bard]

After a while of waiting, Charanth gathers up Clan Char and marches on to Reave with them.