"A thousand?" Vol repeated thoughtfully. That was more than he'd initially expected. He'd thought five hundred, given the number of ships. But it seemed likely that his own counting was inaccurate. There could well have been other rows behind the first one, hidden off beyond the horizon
He gave a brief nod to the soldier, satisfied with what he'd seen. There were indeed a plentiful number of men, but was it enough to truly worry about? He didn't think so. Looking up at the fortress' high walls, and the cliffs that surrounded it, with the long drawbridge ready to be pulled up at a moment's notice. No, even with a thousand men against three hundred, the Syndrans would struggle to take that. Vol would venture as far as to say that it was impossible.
That meant no glory, no true bloodshed, merely a drawn-out siege battle, or no battle at all, watching as the Syndrans simply razed Craghill's town to the ground, as they did every summer. No, that would be no fun…
