What followed was a shorter than it ought to have been process of Ser Icon trying to get Count Thrush's surrendered men to swear their loyalty to him. He was in precious need of the numbers now. He would be the new Count, if he could claim the Count's keep and his lands before some other opportunistic lower noble rose up to take it from him.
A good number agreed. It was no different to them who was in charge, they simply wanted the coin. And Icon wasn't a bad master, when compared to the likes of Thrush, who had happily fired arrows at his own soldiers in order to quicken the demise of the enemy.
By the time all was said and done, the total size of Icon's new army was three hundred and fifty men. It wasn't a monstrous number, barely half of what Count Thrush's had once been, but it ought to have been enough to give him the advantage over some of the other local nobles, until he seized Thrush's coin, and grew that army all the further.
