Chapter 23
We can’t risk it, Davion.
Those were Trystan’s words only moments ago when he’d stayed behind to give the king an idea of his own.
We can’t risk you.
He shook his head. How were they supposed to throw themselves against the walls of Cullenspire when they were horribly outnumbered?
But Trystan, our scouts have seen it. Part of the Dreach-Dhoun force has camped in the abandoned village, away from the legions. They’re villagers and farmers, not soldiers.
Trystan hadn’t budged.
Davi walked through the dark camp where very little chatter filled the air. None of them could speak of the horrors they were sure to see. Could anyone truly prepare for battle?
Their numbers were considerably smaller than they needed for the task ahead of them. He avoided the eyes of people he passed
