“Any other outposts?” Chekwe asked, retrieving his ax, and swinging it briskly to whip off the brain matter.
The old woman nodded.
“There’s a fort with a garrison on the road to Fourhen. People are saying a General Rudd is sending out patrols from there. We’re supposed to barricade the east-west streets, but let the goblins move north towards the palace. Suits me. Let the goblins leave their turds all over the nice part of town for once, ha ha!”
“Well, thank Quam someone’s doing something to defend the city,” Hunter said.
“Oh yes!” the old woman cackled. “A whole cavalry company of women warriors, led by Tennea the Grand! And it turns out she’s some kind of a wizard who summons hornets to do her bidding!”
Hunter and Chekwe exchanged incredulous glances.
“Hornets?” Hunter said.
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