The twisting she felt in the pit of her stomach was not due to fear of facing any enemy. No, this time it was due to a fear of facing her Chieftain and Sergeant and, once again, being insubordinate in the extreme and defying their direct orders. Her offering her tabard to the Chieftain was bluntly refused, even when it became apparent that he was livid with fury at what he no doubt saw as wilful stubbornness. A shout of alarm outside... wounded coming in. She glanced around. All was ready. "Priestess, come!" "Wounded here, help him he is bleeding out!" And it was enough.