Distant Battlefields

He'd been messing around with his breastplate, trying different kinds of padding and cutting some parts so it wasn't so heavy. He had hollowed some parts of it out so it fit better, and so far, he was pretty happy with it. Whalebone seemed to work pretty well so far, but man was it heavy! He had managed to work it enough to where it was lighter but still durable. Nodding with satisfaction, he caught the sound of his uncles call for the warriors and he left his den to go meet with the rest of them. But when he arrived, there was only one other member there asides from his uncle and the guy looked kinda pissy. What was his problem? Nodding to both, he sat down and could feel the energy in the air. "This is it, isn't it? Are we finally going raiding?" He had been antsy since they last talked about it, but had calmed down considerably. The only thing he had been apprehensive about before was raiding Abaven, but they had already struck a deal and now it was time to act. And soon. They needed to get this out of the way already.