Crowley was in his tent, his elbows on his knees, contemplating what they had just done. He and Baron Arald had gone to Morgarath's camp to destroy the instruments against the arrows of the ranger corps. Unfortunately, Morgarath had been suspicious and they, all of them, should have gotten away. Arald had lost 2 men and he had lost 1 ranger. Jurgen. Jurgen didn't make it. And even though he normally didn't care, he cared more than usual now. The last weeks, months, had been difficult. To hear that his mentor had been killed, that the queen had died and just the busy job and the war in general. He always held his head high and pretended it was nothing. But it was. He just didn't like to show it. If the commander of the Ranger Corps got nervous or scared, what would they have to do?