“Secure the camp!” In a coordinated move, soldiers and guards alike reacted to General Misk and Alad’s orders while I stood frozen on my spot, yet not because of never having been in battle before, but because the sight before me held all my attention. I’d expected the shadowed figures to be some unguided enemy, a band of bandits or rogues, but once those wolves stepped into the clearing, their identity and numbers left me with one thought only. Eugan had to be insane!
I marvelled as armoured soldiers in Leif colours poured in, ready for a war instead of the expected diplomatic greeting an entourage like ours demanded for.
What in God’s name was he thinking? Despite the recent regrettable events or how ready Leif was for war, it was in his best interest to offer a welcoming hand instead
