Tall, Grassy and Rainy

Álarr played dead, so-to-speak, keeping his breathing slow and shallow as he listened to the conversation going on above him. He had no idea what Ashen had to do with anything but could readily guess they were allies. He had to agree with the younger male. What exactly did the warlord think they were going to glean from outside the border? Well, he'd had enough of this. Álarr rolled to his feet and shook out his coat. He looked to Sirius and cocked his head to the side when at that moment Jynn sprang up and started babbling.

"It's over Jynn, we lost. Just let it be." For now of course. If Sirius wished to keep them then more bloodshed would definitely follow. If not then they'd be on their way. He looked back to Sirius. "Well?"