Jakul stood silently watching the craftsmen work on the task he had given them a few days ago, and in which they had been tirelessly immersed from sunrise to sunset as they manufactured a large arsenal of thunder-crash bombs.
Their furnaces had been working full time in order to produce the intended number of hand grenades, and they were almost finished. But the most ambitious part of his plan was still to be completed.
Additional to the huge quantity of personal firebombs that they were forging, the Argantean Captain had commissioned another team with the fabrication of a large explosive device, capable of tearing down their enemy’s barricade.
-How long until we can attack? – Njál´s impatient voice asked from behind him, making him secretly roll his eyes upwards. The monarch’s daily
