The afternoon brought a cold wind with it as Gerald stood at the top of the wooden watchtower that overlooked the road and the city behind it. In the distance he could see them. A trail of dust that flew high into the sky and underneath it was a solitary group that looked surprisingly small in the distance. 'Well, it is only around fifteen hundred men…' Gerald sensed the people from a distance. Only around fifteen magi, 'Sure to be the commanders', and the rest were all hurrying further west with a purpose. 'Probably have them slightly drugged or drunk.' Gerald thought as he felt the enemy forces. He felt them probe right back, an obvious response, and Gerald just let it happen. It would, hopefully, make them feel overconfident.
"Don't leave us in suspense!" Called Isadora from below the tower. The words of the earlier conversation still haunted her, but she didn't have the time to focus on it as much as she felt she needed to.
