There were ten guards in the strong room, counting the one who’d been clobbered by the door and was down on the ground. They were at the windows, staring out and clamoring about a wave of goblins sweeping through the shattered front gate. When the door banged open, though, they turned and saw Chekwe come through.
He stopped, ax held low at his side, and swept the room with a gaze. He saw in a blink that the three men with crossbows had just fired, and that none had reloaded yet.
And there was Ednis.
While the guards were dressed in orange jackets over mail, Ednis was in a long orange and black tunic, with an iron cuirass over a long mail coat, iron bracers on his forearms, and iron greaves covering his shins and knees. While the guards held crossbows, swords, or short spears, Ednis was
