[Music Recommendation: The Wolf and The Moon ~ BrunuhVille]
The preparations for Adric and his men to leave commenced with a ritual. The mistress of the rites and her maidens, all dressed in white, stood in front of the palace, each of them holding up the swords of the soldiers.
The cold breeze moving their dresses to the side, raising the wet familiar smell of the red sand they now stood on with the warm sun overhead. And with a loud voice, the ritual mistress started;
"In the cold morning, our soldiers set out. From the far mountains, the eagle sees us,
With eyes of wisdom, and wings of might,
She watches over us, through the dark of night." As the mistress of the rites slashed the sword in the air, all the soldiers got down on their knees, and the loud drum was struck twice.