He pointed off in the distance. Vol was beside him in a second, leaving the lean-to, where Vale had been busy braiding Penelope's hair – a task that she took great pleasure in.
"Where?" Vol said. He'd followed the line of Northy's finger, but he still couldn't see. Stirred by the commotion, more men were beginning to gather around them. Silverfish was squinting trying to see it as well, whilst Borne was nodding to himself, for some reason or another.
The rain reduced visibility further. Northy could see further than them at the best of times, but today, he seemed to be capable of seeing phantoms themselves. "Don't you see?" The man said. "Shit. I suppose there's no helping it. Their number… That's got to be three hundred, I reckon, easy enough."
"Horses? Any cavalry?" Vol asked.
"None that I can see," Northy said. "But they look an interesting lot. Clean for Raiders. Almost like Nolan's. Shit, are they flying a flag, what the hell is that?"
