She was Nola, Zalanda's top warrior, a Transcendent Barbarian who hailed from the Nort Militia. She was one of the very first to follow Zalanda, always charging at the forefront of every battle.
Her delicate mind did not match her imposing physique, and those who underestimated her because of her size usually ended up as new souls beneath her axe.
Her voice, surprisingly crisp and gentle, belied the defiance of her words, "City Lord, I heard you ordered our forces to retreat thirty kilometers, conceding half of the Is Plain to the Salatath Family?
Why do such a thing?
Those shameless wretches from the Salatath Family, when we agreed to join forces to clear the Is River banks, they made all sorts of excuses and didn't send a single soldier.
Now, we have cleared the monsters along the Is River banks completely and without a trace.
And suddenly, they show up.
On what ground should we cede it to them?
