Following the end of the war council, Simon quickly met with his retainers to inform them of what he knew of the battle plan. After that, he made his way to the tent of Bohemund de Lusignan. Where once camp life had been dreary, demoralizing, and above all, wet, it now was seized by an renewed energy and fervor. Everyone men rushed about, their haste a result of the general anticipation that filled the air. Clerics led knights and freemen alike in prayers to the Heavenly Father, while elsewhere the sound of whetstones were all one could hear. The army had caught scent of battle once more, and it ignited the very same instincts that had grown so dull over the past few months. Simon could hear shouts, hymns, and warcries in twenty different languages as he passed by tent after tent. He finally halted outside the leader's striped tent, informing the guard out front that he wished to see the crusade's commander.