Chapter Thirty-Six
Marl considered the food supply. It was running low. It had been fine for five people, but now they were twelve, and there hadn’t been a resupply; they had been there a week. Elora had all three ballistas fixed. Two were hidden behind crates, and one was set back in the stables, far enough that it couldn’t be seen.
There weren’t any more days to prepare. For better or worse, he had to start his plan now. The only question was, how long would it take to piss off or wear down Aldrei?
Callista had lobbied hard to be the first rider, but Marl said they couldn’t risk her and her healing skills. Kal had volunteered next, but that wouldn’t work either, they needed his bow on the tower.
In the end, Marl knew that he was the only volunteer that made sense. The details of his
