All the preparation was complete. Well, as much as could be managed with the relatively tight schedule. But yes, with everything prepared, Warden could clearly see a path to victory.
Now all that was left was to ensure everyone believed that as well. Victory would be impossible if they weren't on the same page. So, before they went into battle, it was time for a gathering.
There were exactly forty-one people who could fight. Forty-one elite iron rankers and seasoned soldiers against close to three hundred forsaken... Looking at the odds, other than Young Lord Tayl, nobody seemed any bit confident.
Thankfully, it wasn't his job to ease them into talking. He left that to Lady Cassandra, whom everyone found a pleasant prospect to turn to in times of need. Tayl Alebson, coming from a great family, only knew of combat and shouting orders, irrespective of whether they'd be completed or not.
