Diz reaffirmed his grip on the pole of his glaive, stepped over to stand beside Hakon and, with blue eyes suddenly gone hard and cold, scanned their environs. All trace of his earlier humor evaporated, leaving behind the professional soldier he was so well known to be.
"....Perhaps we should-"
He suddenly stopped, heading the sounds of trotting hooves nearby. He glanced at Hakon, and relaxed slightly.
The sounds of hooves and steel grew closer, and four large chargers of varying shades bearing riders in various states of health came around the bend.
"...I see Jyrryk, Aldemar, Maek, and Veisen. Jyrryk! Where is the rest of the company?"
The four, noting the voice of their Captain, spurred their horses forward, coming to stop in front of Hakon and Disgaua.
"Major, Captain...it is only us four. The others, they....we ran into a group of those blasted mages just outside the boundary of the Fell. We were ambushed..."
Disgaua's eyes widened slightly, and he cursed. "We regroup here, then. Fortify what you can, and two of you help me stand guard. I don't care who. You other two, go with the Major and rest. We'll change guard every two hours."
He turned to look at Hakon, smirking but oblivious to the voice speaking to her mind. "Well, I'm not alone now. What do you say?"