"The men, though," Northy warned. "How many could we lose? You know how difficult it was just to get this number. They're a hassle to train up and keep loyal. Against an enemy this much stronger than us, we should expect annihilation. Best case scenario, maybe we lose a hundred men."
"We go anyway," Vol said. "The strong will prevail, and the weak will perish."
"To be honest…" Silverfish said, his tone usually serious, which was strange enough to bring a good amount of attention to him. "I might be approaching this differently if I was you."
There was a cunning in that voice, a hint of something that had passed. It was enrapturing, like the tales of old heroes. It made a man want to listen.
"What are you suggesting?" Vol asked.
