"Where is Drezzen?" asked Aira, a female cleric and as such ranking high in the Drow society.
"Dead… murlocs." Zier stated soberly.
"How many?" She interrogated.
"Thirty." Zier said, trying to keep his words brief and few while speaking to the dangerous cleric.
Aira's eyes darted to the floor then back to Zier.
"Very well, gather the battalion and prepare an ambush, lieutenant Zier."
Zier strutted through the ranks of Drow, receiving several inquisitive glances. He stroked his white hair out of his eyes. "A band of murlocs has been seen in a cavern less than a mile south." He said flatly, not needing to raise his voice due to the acute hearing of his Drow company. "We're to prepare an attack. So gather up; we move in an hour."
Jurth Daxtonan, brother of Drezzen whom he did not know to be dead, stood face to face with Zier. "I was unaware that we were taking commands from a private."
Zier's saber flashed out of its sheath and slapped Jurth on the neck, its edge drawing a line of blood under his chin. "You don't; you do however take orders from a lieutenant." Zier's red eyes glowed as they watched the warm blood run along the edge of his blade.
He wasn't further challenged as he assembled order in his battalion.