Now, that was a dilemma. To go and attack, barely making a dent in the overwhelming numbers of enemies? Or to wait, hoping the army would return—if they survived—and then strike. But the enemy would likely notice them long before that, and who knew if they were already waiting prepared for them?
"What do you think we should do?" Royce asked, finally giving his mind a moment's rest.
"It's a lot to ask someone to fight a losing battle just in the hope that we can somehow change the outcome," Damian replied. "You don't have to burden yourself with such a hard decision. Let's just put it to the group and see where things land. We can't keep this up anyway. The mimicry spell scrolls will only last for a week at best, and then we'll have to regroup."
They were all good men and capable captains, but not everyone had a death wish for the sake of the kingdom. They were far too old for that crap.
