~cheers come from my wagon as I receive the news, then all goes quiet as you see my first son come out, struggle up onto his kaiila and stand guard of our wagons, with a really oversized helm, about 3 sizes too big, on his head, his saddle fixed with all the weapons, and his shield, which sort of looks like Ubar's old ones that should have been replaced, he calls out to any and all who can hear him~
Our wagons are ready to move in a moment's notice...
~then he goes back, readjusts the helm, you can hear him growl at it, as he tries to see through the chains, gives up and just sits there, standing guard~