"We do not have the manpower to survive a direct siege," Vance stated. He leaned over the polished maple table in the center of Leo's viewing room. "Stormpeak is a mountain domain. My people mine granite. We do not know how to break a cavalry charge."
"You will not face a cavalry charge," Leo replied. He stood at the head of the table. "Trent spent all his currency on fragile foot soldiers. He cannot afford horses."
The countdown clock hovering near the ceiling ticked past the forty eight hour mark. The red numbers cast a faint glow over the faces of the four syndicate partners.
"My border guards saw his vanguard marching in silver plates," Kael argued. The ruler of Ironhold crossed his arms tight against his chest. "You gave us the runic steel. We forged the blades. But ten thousand me
