"Just how many people are here?" Arran asked, his eyes wandering around the camp while Tuya guided him to the castle.
As they passed through the camp, it seemed even larger than it had from a distance, spreading out in all directions like a city built out of tents. There were recruits everywhere, many of them wearing swords and carrying spears, and once more Arran thought it looked more like an army than anything else.
Tuya's giant figure drew many looks from the recruits they passed, yet Arran saw reverence rather than surprise in their eyes — they were clearly already familiar with her, which meant the camp wasn't a new one.
"There are several hundreds of novices," Tuya said. "Each with a few hundred recruits."
"But why are they here?" Arran asked. "And why so many?"
