"What is it? Are the craftsmen striking again?" Grayson asked, annoyed.
"No, my Lord, we're under attack! Pioneers from another territory are invading!"
"What!?"
Grayson shot to his feet, disbelief written all over his face. He had barely finished reassuring himself, and now an invasion? It was shocking and infuriating all at once.
Grayson stood at the forefront, his lips pressing into a thin line as he gazed at the approaching group of nearly twenty pioneers in the distance. "What do they take me for?" he muttered under his breath. The fact that they attacked without proper planning, arriving within a day, only reinforced the notion that they underestimated him.
