They were on the verge of fighting any moment now. The second-ranker, still arguing fervently with the white-furred beastman, hung in the air, lifted by the huge hands of the beast men. The beastman was furious, but whatever argument the second-ranker was making seemed to be working, darkening the expressions of the beastmen near them, their faces growing uglier by the second.
Damian's mind raced. These people didn't seem to be the enemy—at least, they didn't look like it. They had a list of where all the units in the area were supposed to be, but by now it was highly inaccurate. The camp was large, with Eldoris men outnumbering the beastmen, maybe around 400-500 in total, most of them first-rankers.
'They could help us with the monsters...' Damian thought.
