"What is that?!"
A Nimrim Guard stationed at the outreach pointed at the company of riders on strange silver-scaled beasts. They looked both majestic and imposing.
Seeing the armored King Swordsman with their blue floating plume and capes on silver-scaled horses that had blue hooves and blue horns, the Nimrim Guards were awestruck.
"What kind of a beast is that?"
These kinds of questions refused to leave the lips of everyone that saw the company. The citizens of Nimrim kept chatting about them even after the King Swordsmen had returned to the camp with their mounts.
Once they returned to Nineveh, Asher planned for mass recruitment to fill up the troops, but before then, he stayed throughout the last week of the month waiting to stock enough barrels of pure evergreen olive oil.
