Litrakq returned to her war camp only accompanied by the soldiers that had not stormed the city, all of those who had entered, had not come out.
Carrying the unconscious city lord upon her shoulder, she headed for a large tent in the middle of the camp, standing before it as straight as an I.
"Commander Litrakq requests an audience!" she said loud and clear, and in place of words, the response came in the form of the piece of fabric serving as a door being flung open by an unnatural gust of wind.
She swallowed her saliva and stepped inside, setting the city lord upon the ground as she lay on knee down, eyes staring directly at the ground, waiting for approval before saying or doing anything else.
"Rise, and speak"
