Nethru's eyebrows rose, though it was hidden behind his large hood. "You're asking a lot considering we've only just met. Battle plans are not to be given out easily, especially to living creatures...no offense." He had nothing against living creatures, considering he was one himself, but at least the undead are completely on the side of the Kingdom...the United Nations abhorred anything that was dead and moved, so it was almost guaranteed that if there's an undead walking about, it was on the side of the Kingdom's. "Either way, you're looking dead on your feet so there's no way we're sending you out for battle now...besides, I'm feeling quite dead myself." He finally decided that he had had enough and hopped off the horse, stumbling slightly from his sore behind and legs. Damascus gave him a look, before removing himself from the steed as well.

"Let's stop for camp for tonight and talk about plans tomorrow. I could use some rest now." He rummaged around a small sack he carried for a few moments, before he found what he was looking for. "Aha." He pulled out some jerky strips made out of...questionable sources, and offered some to the knight. "Here. You look famished." He bit into one and chewed. It didn't taste too bad, as long as one didn't think too much about what it was made out of. Nearby, Damascus led the horse off to tie it to a dead tree before getting the supplies out to build a tent.