the gathering storm

Never did I believe that I would find myself comforted among the devices of the Enemy. But here we are, licking our wounds around a campfire among the Enemy's perch, and yet we quietly restrain our sense of triumph with grim thoughts of the coming trials. It's a sobering exercise. I sit here and write all that I can recall before my own unease and fatigue will lose them to sluggishness. 

'... the companies ebb and flow alike to tides, each band set out and return as others take their place.The camp quietens, except for the occasional cry where the buisied healers bustle over their charges. We would do well to have thee here with thy arts, but there is one who wins admiration from all. Tall, fair, soft spoken, Galvathalion I believe he is named. Some rumour of a new venom on the blades of the enemy, he and his aides struggle hard to combat it. Yet I am assured they will triumph, for they seem wise in all they do.