The bench was meant for three, but five could squeeze in with some adjustments—not that Damian and Sam needed much space.
As they made their way over, the room fell silent. Conversations stopped, and everyone stared at them, whispering. Most seemed to be wondering why they were even there. Well, that was no surprise. They were barely old enough to be soldiers as it is.
'Cough'
'Cough'
Tristan began.
"As you've all been informed, tomorrow we attack the Ashenvale forces camped at the foot of our land—head-on." Many in the room started murmuring among themselves, while some voiced their agreement about confronting the enemy directly.
