As the Foolhardies increased our pace over the dirt road, I glance behind me one final time for one last glimpse of the unfriendly city we'd just left behind, its towering walls and gates and those spires that reach high into the sky. I also saw the encampment of five thousand warriors under Great General Grimthorn's command. This far away, I could imagine them as some small army besieging Jester's Court.
It was a fitting analogy, I think. Grimthorn had been sent by the council not just to assist Garm but also to keep him in check, possibly until proof was found that he really was in cahoots with the enemy.
