The shrine was the answer to a pressing question. Every soul in the Ordic force wanted to be on the offensive. Their unit was likely behind enemy lines, and could inflict serious damage. At the same time, however, they had the refugees from the bridge to take care of. It would have been entirely unconscionable to take them on an extended foray into the enemy's supply echelon.
The holy Morrowan ground, however, was as safe a place as could conceivably be found, and the refugees (who understood the matter and shared their protectors desire for vengeance) professed their belief in its safety. A small number of them joined the force, actually, settling into a logistics function with an ease born of peasant life. They'd have been Irregulars, actually, if any of that ill fated band had survived the battle with the Cryxian witch.
Jardon had asked Brucker about her, in the aftermath, but the former prisoner had shaken off his questions. It wasn't like him, something that she'd said had unsettled Brucker, that much was clear. Jardon spat noisily. It was likely some boast or dire threat. Solomon had been underground and in his custody for too long to have any personal matters touched upon by a stranger. Her words must have pertained to the current conflict, and there was ample to be concerned about there.
Jardon headed over to where Gaxxon and Jarl sat conferring, and squatted down beside them. They were pointing at a map of eastern Ord. It was at least somewhat up to date, and obviously composed by someone who understood the requirements of the modern military. He looked at the Father-Defender in surprise.
"Huh, wouldn't have thought you priestly types would be such skilled mapmakers".
"Well, you have to remember, we are a martial order." Gaxxon smiled blandly at this. "Maintaining readiness for an outbreak of hostilities in even the most peaceful land is somewhere in our code. Most every chapter house has such maps for their local area. It's actually a fairly common happening for enterprising mercenary bands to spend fair amounts of capitol to get their hands on one."
"I can imagine." He looked more closely at the parchment. Then he glanced back up, startled. "You've got the enemy forces on here?"
Jarl spoke up. "He said that the refugees have been pouring in here since the attack began, and he's been taking their testimony and trying to get a picture of how things stand at this point."
Jardon looked carefully at the paper now.
A moment later, he wished he hadn't.