Their leader was not stupid. The cover of trees, the drums, the marching of their feet. They wanted us to think their army was larger than it already was, to truly make us afraid of an outright attack. Except for a slight, audible shuffling, the silence gave birth to chirping crickets and the crackle of flame from torches. “Steady!” I roared into the swelling night, my voice trying to instil bravery in our men. Or maybe they truly were so large and were trying to make me doubt it? Elder-damn. Regardless of which it was, we had no idea as to the true number of their forces.
