Elya rides atop her horse on your right. The two of you are at the head of your halted column. About two thousand yards in the distance, an army of four thousand strong stands at the ready.
Your sister asks, "Who the hell are they?"
You shrug. "Fuck if I know."
You've been halted for the last fifteen minutes. After cresting a particularly large hill, you could see this army hiding amidst the trees ahead of you. They deployed for combat, blocking the road.
Frustratingly, they have no visible banners. Or insignia of any kind.
An awkward kind of waiting game has set in. Having no idea who these men are, you don't dare risk getting close. They simply hold in formation three hundred yards away, seemingly content to let you make the first move.