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Merikh's split into a bit of a grin as he was given praise from his Captain for his hard work, something that pleased him to no end, wanting nothing more then to head for home, to chat with his family. Of course there was the other man, one that commented on his rank having been something that his grandfather had paid for. Turning to him Merikh's smirk only grew, "Mmm, I thank you for acknowledging that I am worth the cost, such kind words Lieutenant. I will hold them near and dear to my heart." If anything Merikh was actually a bit amused by the fact that the man had his panties in a twist. Not his problem that the guy didn't seem to understand that Merikh was of a better family then he was and that it came with perks. His grandfather and his mothers, they were powerful Oblivionites, Merikh was given the best growing up be it clothing, toys, training, and of course he'd be given a damn good rank as well.

It was just something he saw as being a natural part of his life. Along with that it was only natural that there would be those that hated him for it or were jealous of him. What were a few snide words in comparison to having an assassin sent after him after all? When he was told that he would be allowed to keep his rank, his superiors feeling that he'd done that good a job, his smile only broadened, "I see, best that I get back to my training then, to make sure that I am stronger and well prepared for whatever we do next." He said, saluting before he headed off, back toward where his men were waiting for him, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't wait to get back home to tell his family about this wonderful development.

As he reached the other he gave them all a once over, their little tag-a-long Khehora as well, before he said, "We are going to head back to the Obsidian City, I am sure after the hell we went through that the lot of you want to get back home." He told them, then gave Skorga a glance, "You're welcome to accompany us as far as you like." No reason to leave her out since she had been rather helpful when it came to distracting people during the battle. If she wanted to come along with them for at least a little while he had no problem with it. In fact he was a little curious as to why the Khehora had shown up unless she wanted to battle it out against the Mara as well? He understood the draw, having enjoy fighting them quite a bit himself.

Igone glanced over at Merikh, then back to Skorga, before he said, "We fight to protect our people and our homeland. As for why the rock can move... some sort of Orderite magic. I guess figuring out how they did it would be useful." He mused, turning his attention to Merikh when he arrived, talking about heading for home, and a cheer came up from those in the unit, all of them eager to get back home now that the battle was over, for now at least.

Merikh gave Igone a look when the archer spoke of how the magic could be useful, not really feeling the same... alright, maybe it could be. Having some helpers like that, perhaps, but somehow he doubted with as many Mara as he'd seen that the Orderites were just trying to bolster their ranks, "It's just not for me, I feel it's cowardly to hide behind others and let them fight for you. If I were as weak as that I'd of sent my men to fight for me while standing back watching, not something I would do." If his men were fighting he would be up there with them, if there were Orderite to be fought and slain he'd do it himself.

"I won't say having them about to do some useful chores, carrying heavy weapons or the like, wouldn't be nice, but I don't need a toy soldier fighting for me. I didn't train all my life so that I could stand in the background twidling my thumbs." Only weaklings and cowards let others do all the fighting he thought to himself in a prickly manner. Shaking his head, trying to get his temper under control, he said, "At least it showed me something, that the Orderites might in fact be the weakest of the races instead of the Dovaa, a mistake on my part." They might hide like a bunch of wimps in that far off city of theirs but at least they didn't need to make others fight for them. At least to his knowledge, who knew what they were plotting out there.

The twins came up behind Merikh, giving him a clap on the back in sync before Valio said, "That said we are glad that we got to fight with you, that was great fun." He told Merikh, having rather enjoyed getting to fight with such an interesting Sargenant.

"Yeah, let's hope we have to go to war again soon, so that we can fight with you again." Lory added, giving Merikh as bright a grin as Valio was. It seemed that the twins at least had had as much fun as Merikh had. It was harder to tell with Igone and Yolana, he'd probably have to chat with them soon to see how they were doing after the battle they'd been through.

Giving a smile Merikh said, "Well, if anyone of you want to tag along with me I will be heading back to Eowyn soon enough." He told all of those around him, an open invitation to any of his men to tag along. The more the merrier he supposed when it came to going to Eowyn to battle it out with the dragons that lived there. Not to mention any Mara they might stumble across as they did seem to live on Eowyn. Turning to give the Khehora a glance he said, "What about you? What are your plans?"

Merikh found his mood going from good to rather bad in the matter of moments as the young Khehora set about insulting him and his way of thinking, acting as though the Orderites were doing everything correctly, "Yes, the way that they lost control of their toy soldiers and let them run about killing at random, it was quite smart of them! Such military prowess will surely go down in the annals of history." He declared, his words dripping with copious amounts of sarcasm. As if he should take advice from a creature that was barely out of the nest he thought to himself, then gave a snort when the creature said that he wouldn't be following him, "Be gone then." He said, waving a hand dismissingly at Skorga before turning back to his soldiers, "Let's go, we are heading home." And to think for a while there he had actually wanted a bonded for himself, if that was what they could be like maybe he was better off without one of those things following him about all day.

Feeling as though he'd dodge a bullet he started forward, catching hold of Igone by the wrist, pulling the archer along with him, seeing no reason why he should stay behind. Igone was his man, as such he should be leaving with him, not chatting up some worm that should be made into boots... or at least have its tongue cut out for its insolence.

Igone looked up at Merikh as he got pulled along before looking back to Skorga, lifting a hand to wave at her before he turned to fall into step with Merikh and the others, "You know she isn't that bad? She's just a bit set in her ways like a certain Sargeant I know." He said, grinning at the dark look that he was given by Merikh when he compared the man with Skorga. He lifted a hand to smother a grin before the mark toward home continued. The sooner they got back the sooner that Merikh's mood would improve, of that Igone was certain. After all with the war against the Mara over for the time being that meant it was time to celebrate! Something that Igone was all for after such a hard fought bunch of battles.