Kaliforna, a Tundra, was his second in command. While being a peaceful breed, I had heard she was the healer. Healers always had a hidden dark side since they had to decide which injuries were more important. Which fighters could win a battle and who could be sacrificed for the greater good.
Jash was there too, her Light eyes showing no signs of the Lightweaver's presence. Instead, a cold and calculating gaze that was on my side for the moment.