“What of the rogues?” I ask sharply.
“Aye, they've given us some trouble, as well as the others. Seems there be wolves patrolling outside our walls though, and rumor has it a King resides in our dungeon, so perhaps they've mostly regrouped for strategy as yet.” The woodsman replies, eyeing us speculatively.
“Or perhaps, they can't decide who leads yet.” Ward smirks.
“Aye. Fighting in the ranks leads to lack of organization.” The woodsman is still watching Ward carefully.
“The wolves won't harm your men.” I say calmly and the woodsman flinches before looking at me.
“But how do they know the difference between friend and foe?” He demands.
“How do we?” I shrug. “Just suffice to say if Ward recognizes them as on our side, they won't be harmed.” I open my arms in a placating gesture.
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