"Damn it all," Jackal sighed, sounding more tired than upset. "Thank you for the report. At our current speed, when would you estimate our arrival?"
The scout answered immediately. "Assuming we camp for the night, we should see the city before noon tomorrow."
Jackal nodded, and waved his hand, dismissing the man. "Good. Find yourself one of the suppliers and get something to eat."
"Thank you, sir." The scout saluted and left.
I glanced at Korra, but she just shook her head, proving her own confusion. As the column of soldiers resumed marching, she stalked closer to Jackal and folded her arms, staring hard at Jackal. "What's this about arriving too late? I thought most of the army had already arrived a few weeks ago?"
The old, scarred soldier let out a long breath, turning to look at us, and a rising sense of dread clutched at my heart. I had a sinking suspicion I knew what this was about.
