“Here,” the scout said. “We were camped here. And we established a perimeter - they were over there.” He pointed. “And when we woke up, they were gone.”
Rastaban knelt and placed a hand on the flattened grass. The ashes from the fires were almost gone from the wind, faded over the week, but a massive camp had been here. He wished there was some way to find out how big her army truly was.
“They were headed north.” He straightened up. “We know where they live. We can draw them out.”
“How?” Rhajj asked.
“Follow me.” Rastaban hefted his spear.
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