The next evening after a day of rest, we finally sat in the council room, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment, cold stone, and the unspoken weight of impending battle. We all sat around the heavy wooden table discussing our next steps.
Tolen, leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over each of us. ''We need to take out the lookout posts at the same time as you take over during the wedding,'' He commented, and pointed to the map. ''But I can't see a way to sneak up on him. Are you sure there are no tunnels in those areas?''
''Just these three.'' I pointed to three different lookouts, ''But these six don't have anything close by.''
''Well my Dragons can take out this one,'' Curda pointed to a location, ''There's a mountain there, so we can stay hidden and use the sun for cover.
