Within the White Walls of Halstaig, Woodes O'Rourke moves along the walls checking on the recently arrived Adunian immigrants that camped within. He stopped before a group of men and passed out cigars "Stay on your toes lads." A older white haired Adunian with a sprawling mustache smirked between cracked yellow teeth as he took the cigar. "Dis langers need tah worrah, for Tiocfaidh ár lá." Woodes nodded clapping the aged Adunian on the shoulder. "Tiocfaidh ár lá." He echoed his gaze look skyward to the heavens.