Saorise didn't have to turn as she sensed her younger brother's horse approaching her own. The long trail of Easterners making their way through the great Eastern Forest was not difficult to miss, though they were quieter than your average army. Their armour was far lighter, so any clanking and clanging trailed from the carts that stored the weightier items. Saorise had taken a position near the middle of the line, silent as her horse, Blizzard, walked in at a patient pace. Many of the nobles led their lines. It was certainly where Nathan and Isaac were at this moment, entertaining the young Wendolan Prince. If Saorise lifted her head at the right angle, she could see them up there. Lyle had clearly gotten sick of the pretence, a fact made even more clear with his first words to her.