After deliberating for a few moments, Khao'khen stood up from his chair and stretched his limbs, "Inform the Drakhars to get themselves ready and have the Yurakks start assembling three battering rams which we may need in case the enemy army refuses our call for a pitch battle. Trot'thar had his shoulders drooped low after not hearing what he wanted to hear which was him being allowed to participate in the upcoming battle as the chieftain passed by him but before the chief could make it out of his tent, he turned around then grinned towards Trot'thar, "And also prepare your gear, I know you're thirsting for some excitement of battle after being confined in the tower for so long." "Yes, chief!" Trot'thar quickly responded with his voice filled with eagerness as he dashed out of the chieftain's tent with a smile plastered upon his lips.