Chapter 11
The Darkest Side of NightFlight upon The Griffin had been swift, but as always, incredibly cold. It wasn't something they could ever get used to. From their vantage point, high upon a rock pinnacle, Quint, Pardigan and Mahra gazed down upon the might of Queen Morgasta's Barbarian army. A fierce wind threatened to pluck them from their perch, so they hung on with numb icy fingers, studying the huge mass of humanity several hundred spans below them.
As far as they could see, in the plains, valleys and even scattered up the sides of steep hills, the Barbarian army sprawled, their numbers surely in the hundreds of thousands. Smoke drifted up from campfires and small groups of makeshift shelters, each cobbled together from a variety of materials scavenged from the land in a pitifu
