"Then I think we might be able to assume east for a certainty," Verdant said. "The General has been keeping up to date with his scouts. I do not think he will have made a mistake here."
"Hm…" Oliver said, falling back into thought. The crux of their task was making it past the enemy line. Then the question arose: how best was that done? They needed a point where the enemy line would be thinnest. They needed to break through, and go undiscovered for as long as they could.
Going around was an impossibility, or so it seemed. The same mountains that they were targeting began to spring up towards the west. The terrain was too unmanageable for wagons. So too – it was presumed – was the east similarly blocked, by the enemy, if that was indeed the direction they were coming from.
