Cadeyren laugh shook the night "Across a desert? well, if they want to drag their troops to their death, I say we let them, they'll need to found a new city of the dead before they get here though"

Timarchos however looked at the scout that had just informed him of a large army advancing from Egypt, he spoke "where are they?"

"About one seasons march out" replied the scout in front of him

"Look, boss, if that were a celtic army, then it would literally melt in that heat.."

"But its not, I guess we'll deal with it if it manages to cross the desert, I just hope half of the men you saw were an illusion, cause if not this thing will die faster than it began."

Timarchos looked around his tent, "Gods I wish I was rich enough to buy some merc's.." he looked at his scout "go do a whip round, jews are supposed to be rich right? see if we can't get enough for something!"

Cadeyren looked sceptical "Thracians? we can't affort them..."

"I know, I'll get anything I can afford, we lack any heavy infantry, and now I really am starting to miss them"

"You've never commanded any"

"Not for greeks I havn't" a smile crossed Timarchos lips, Cadeyren stayed quite, by unspoken consent, neither wished to intrude on the others memories of wars gone by unless it was offered, but the Celt seriously doubted anyone east of Antioch even knew what true heavy infantry actually was.