Pienna walked slowly, feeling all of her fifty-one years, and leaning on her staff. Missy strode beside her, Chubat behind her, and Thomas ahead and to her left. She could see hastily built fortifications, and worried people. Chubat barked people back to work, telling them that Pienna’s druid magic had shattered most of the warforged army. Many thanked her and threw flowers in her path. Others looked at her party’s injuries and then looked north.
She tried to appear confident. They needed to see confidence. But she was weary, and had almost nothing left. With a good night’s sleep things would be better, but she did not have time now.
She forced a spring into her step that she did not feel.
Brella d’Vadalis came towards her with an Aundairian man, Delegado, Orphan, the mayor, and the ambassador. Their words came in a rush, but eventually she got the gist of it. She had Brella, the mayor, and the ambassador take some of the older or less-trained militia, and she took the Wardens of the Wood, Jak’s rejects, and the rest of the militia. She made it very clear to everyone that Orphan was welcome around her, and that Thomas and Delegado were going to have officer positions. Men who had been seething and quarreling nodded and accepted her words without an argument.
She took a force of about forty people north, stopping in a meadow marked by two oak trees to make a planning camp. It seemed the day did not want to end.
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