The party of twelve walked through the war camp, which was nothing more than tents, pitched up in neat rows. But the sheer size of it was astounding.
From the gossip a few of them gathered, with their heightened senses, they understood this wasn't the only war camp, either. They also quickly noticed that no one cared about their strange race composition.
Many other groups of varied races were hanging out around small campfires or on the training grounds.
What took Astaroth the most off guard, was the few clusters of Elves and Ash Elves, hanging around each other like everything was unicorns and butterflies. They talked, laughed, and sparred amicably.
Reaching the tent marked as their quest location on the minimap, Astaroth announced himself before entering.
"Party leader Astaroth, come to talk with the platoon leader of platoon fourteen."
From inside the tent, he heard a voice answer.