Chapter Thirty-One
Starlyn stood on a grassy hilltop overlooking most of the land. Only she, Andron, Sh’on, and the human captain, Etherond, stood on the hill. Behind them, a force of nearly eight thousand men camped. She had been surprised the young Etherond had been able to mass such a large force in only a few weeks, yet at the same time she could sense the aura of leadership about him. Most of the men were barely warriors, as nearly half were holding pitchforks, but there still were a large amount of pikesmen and maces. The cities to the north weren’t wealthy in any way, and so he noticed few swordsmen, less than a thousand in the army. She only hoped their determination and heart could replace what they lacked in skill. While their task had been successful in bringing numbers and hea
