The tired, sleepy soldiers set up tents and duly fell asleep.
In the morning, before he’d had a chance to wash up, Hadjar looked up and noticed a soldier running toward him with what appeared to be a report in his hand. Having received the news from the soldier that an urgent War Council was being convened, Hadjar found himself slightly surprised. As far as he could remember, an urgent War Council had never been called before.
After quickly getting dressed, the officer hurried over to the General’s tent.
Along the way, Hadjar paid close attention to the fact that several thousand riders were standing at the gorge. Their gray, light armor and heavy bows were a little like the nomads’. Balium and the steppes were nearby, and there was always a need to show force.
At the tent, in addition
