When the Forest Lord walked into the meeting room, the various lords were engaged in an intense debate.
There was only one focal point for everyone—the second and final batch of slots for the Foresty Land garrison.
Unlike the first batch, not a single powerful War Clan was willing to push their recruits toward Lord Durin's side.
But now, things were different.
At noon, Tegus's Tiger Cub, skeptical, had transferred a squad of Peckla ram-riding Knights acclaimed as strong soldiers from another Forest Master, only to result in a casualty exchange of nine for one hundred and forty-seven, not counting the odd one out from the morning's death toll.
However, Durin's Peckla platoon, in the afternoon's losers' group going up against the War Clan's Singer tribe, used short spears and shields, and relying on a tight formation, surprisingly left the opponent with a complete defeat.
