‘Who are they?’ Torben asked, worming his way with Eleusia through the onlookers to Gwilym’s side.
‘I don’t know, but they’re friends, at any rate. See, they carry the banner of the Joint Kingdom. Eleusia, do you recognise the other standard?’
‘No,’ she replied, ‘and they don’t look like regular soldiers in the Aramorian army either. My guess would be they’re a company of mercenaries in Dazscor & Aramore’s employ.’
‘Hmm.’ Gwilym stroked his beard thoughtfully. ‘This plays to our advantage in a way, makes it easier for us to come up with a story as to why we’re here, but we’ll still need to navigate this carefully.’
The deputation below had clearly finished having a similar conversation about the defenders of the blockhouse, for the leader of the group spurred their horse forwards to ap
