Favena stood at the top of the high cliff watching her men fight the rival troops below with narrowed eyes while she quietly went through the Mavaerian King’s plan inside her head over and over again.
Ever since she had arrived at Tarknot´s path a few days before, marching from the eastern side along with her army, she’d had no truce at all.
The hazardous journey across the cold mountains had taken them much longer than they’d originally anticipated, and with every day that passed, she had begun to worry that they were going to show up too late for the party.
But once they’d made their appearance and saw the numerous lines of Midlanders and Hathengatters still battling incessantly against their Mavaerian allies, she’d known that it had been all worth it and that Sehira had been right a
