The Valg guards around Rifthold are the first of them. More are coming up this way.” Valg footsoldiers, then. Morath, it seemed, might very well be their first or last battleground. Aedion cocked his head, the Wolf incarnate. “How many?” “Too many,” Nesryn said. “We haven’t gotten a full count. Some are camped inside mountains surrounding the war camp—never out all at once, never in full sight. But it’s an army greater than any he’s assembled before.”
Ah crap
