LERRIN
Leaving Suhle had made him tense and irritable. He stalked among the troops that were moving on foot and hadn't yet left, barking orders and demanding answers. While it wasn't really fair on them, it had the effect of keeping everyone's mouths shut and no one questioning where he'd been for the past few hours.
Most of the footsoldiers had left in staggered groups hours earlier—only two or three fists at a time, never more than twenty wolves, and each group spreading out and approaching the Tree City from different directions so that if one were discovered or attacked, they would be seen as simply another assassination attempt.
