Polthan sat silently at the edge of the shallow pond where he had just taken a quick sip and refilled his canteen when the sound of muffled footsteps grinding the tall grass made him perk his head right up.
-They’re here, mate – Shardiel´s voice informed him, breaking the silent peace that he had been enjoying while he consciously basked in the solitude and the calmness of spending a rare moment away from his men.
-Good – The Cahenean sighed. Taking another swig from his flask and remaining immobile on the spot – Let them simmer a little bit longer then. We want those people to be as receptive as they can be to what I have to say next.
The large tent was packed when he entered it, conferring to the crowded space a clammy oppressiveness that seemed to be accentuated by the grim scowls of
