Chapter FiveThe encampment was fully as disorganized as Garth had feared. He was halfway from the wall to the camp before anyone even noticed his presence, and no effort was made to stop or slow him before he reached the cleared area in front of the tents, though he was obviously out of place in his battered mail and drooping trader’s hat, his warbeast laden with bundles, so unlike the clean, sleek, new appearance of the other overmen.
There was no sign of Galt or Thord, but there were various overmen standing, sitting, or walking about, and Kyrith stood in front of one tent, listening to a young warrior Garth did not recognize. The two turned when someone called out a warning of Garth’s approach.
The young overman started to demand an explanation, but Kyrith’s hand on his arm stopped hi
