[Jazzy]

Kiirweyä looked at the map, surveying the quickly laid plans, and nodded. 

"Good," she said, rising from her seat. "We will send the walking and their ships to meet with your parties. Expect them on the southern borders of our enemy's lands. They are not many, but they fight well.

"As for the Sikosanala, we will go among the enemy lands and stalk them. They may be strong, but even the strong must eat. We shall break their retreat, and their lines home. One of the greatest flights ever made by my people, second only to the migration to this world." She smiled humorlessly. "We fled the enemy then. We can't flee them now. Maybe we'll meet again, until then, it's been a pleasure and an honour." 

She took the kit handed to her by one of her companions and slipped her arms in as she started toward the exit. "The hunt is on. Good luck to you all."