Chapter Eleven
Mortal Flesh
Valanandir stared at the map of Northern Lasniniar, searching for a sign of weakness. The latest troop arrangements were reflected by tiny starsilver figurines crafted by the dwarves for such a purpose. They took pride even in such mundane work, each figure representing a regiment of one of the Free Races in intricate detail. They gleamed dully under the guttering lantern of the command tent and were cool to the touch.
Not only did Saviadro have the geographical advantage of the mountains acting as a natural border, but he had been the one to choose this location. His creatures had been wandering the Mountains of Fire for some time now, and were much more familiar with the terrain. They had also had enough time to carve out a network of caverns at the foot of
