They set off in the gray morning light, riding west back towards Arcaena's mainland, their backs to the colors of the rising sun. They passed fields of cut grain and green stalks that must've recently carried vegetables. The army had sent a few skimmers through the fields to check for anything left behind from the harvest, but from the empty sacks he saw them carrying, they weren't having any luck.Cowl's pack held a week's worth of rations, but only according to the new portions the army had been giving out. In better times, that was about the amount they'd be eating in a day. Hopefully more supplies would arrive before they returned from this patrol.They passed soldiers on foot, some in groups of hundreds, some as small as twenty. They spread out in every direction, hunting for remnants of the army. Their orders were surprisingly open-ended. Even though other Lances were given specific routes and coordinated carefully with each other, Brin's Lance had been set loose to do as Cid thought best. Some of the other Primes had plied Cid with questions about what he'd done to be granted so much leeway, and Cid deflected by telling all sorts of stories about their heroism, only slightly exaggerated.The real reason was Brin. He could send Invisible Eyes out for miles and miles, and his Lance could respond to anything he found quicker than anyone. He absolutely was not supposed to let the enemy know that he was an [Illusionist], but he could subtly guide the Lance to the areas where they might do the most good."Where would you like to go?" Brin asked his Prime.Cid squinted towards the horizon and said, "Now that the three armies have met at Arcaena, coordination has become much easier. And it isn't just Galan running around trying to keep everyone together anymore. There’s real cooperation. We had a representative from Lord Pomba's camp, a [Scout] leader to organize patrols.""Oh? Did he know where all the action is going to (...)