The day was light, and the camp was a bustle of activity. Men moved with urgency, completing the endless tasks required to keep an army like that running.
Oliver looked back out of his window, towards his men. He gauged the reactions on their faces. The new cavalry remained stern, being the well-trained group that they were, but the rest of Oliver's soldiers were unable to hide the awe that they were feeling.
He saw Karesh nudge Jorah, his eyes wide as he pointed. Jorah nodded grimly, and murmured something back. Oliver wasn't sure what, but he could guess. As the two talked, Kaya was unable to take his eyes off the thousands of soldiers. He was completely struck dumb by them.
The ex-slaves wore much the same expressions. They'd never seen the like. Amongst them, Firyr walked with his chest puffed out proudly, and made a show of not finding the scene before them all that impressive.
