“Fifteen retired, ten active—with you, eleven,” Brennan replies. “Taking over all outposts in Tyrrendor from Navarrian riders left us undermanned.” “Suri?” Xaden scans the foyer. “In Tirvainne.” Brennan flinches. “And Ulices—” “In Lewellen,” Xaden finishes. “So neither of the generals of my army are present.” “Correct,” Brennan confirms. His army.