[Maikan]

*appears at the door of his kindred's tent, looking weary for a brief moment before setting a stoic expression upon his features and wanders through, speaking quietly to that or this person words of encouragement*

*pauses a moment, surveying the tent* It is good to see my brethren here fighting for the correct cause; my pride in my people is grown by this sight.

*curls lip* Of course there are a few turncoats who align themselves with the peasant scum, with the very ones that turned us out -- disgusting! But they shall feel my blade soon enough.