Psilorabbit wandered around the camp, not sure what to make of everything, especially this talk of war. The very thought of going into battle made the hair on his neck stand on end and now he was to fight in a war! Though he felt shame, he also felt a little excited. He had never been in a war before. This will definitly make for an interesting story to tell Surrie and Gimini, not to mention the Elders! 'I wonder if they will put up a statue in the village square when they hear this?', Psilo smiled to himself. 'Either that or they will think I'm looney.'
Psilo watched as a couple of soldiers practiced their fighting stances and sword swings at wooden dummies. He nodded in satisfaction. "Yes Leviathan, you've shown me the error of my ways. Even fighting has its place in nature..."
"Psilorabbit, when you have a free moment. I would like to speak with you ...alone," the High Wizard called out to him from across the yard. Psilo watched as Sterling and his warrior buddies rode out of camp, then he made his way over to Gareth. "Now is as good as time as any, I guess", Psilo smiled to the Elder Druid. "Have you reached a decision?"
