“Don’t you think it’s a trap, my liege?” Rhyphas asked as they got onto their respective leith.
There were two trackers, two sweepers, two squads of archers, a company with a hundred veddelo and the king’s saighs that would go to this mission, which was led by King Raithen himself. The second in command was Rhovatt Pren, who was going to lead half of this number. The rest of the Yet’hoda army in Ilgi would be in the compound and their respective posts.
Looking up the gloomy sky, King Raithen swept his eyes around to check any sign of tornadoes that may be close by. So far, it was clear, but they could not be too lax about it since the whirling winds would come and go as rapidly as they could be.
“I believe in our army’s skills. The Reocs maybe strong, but they’re generally angry ones.
