“I already told you - they come from the north, and they are fierce warriors.” Brenna handed him his sword and stoked the fire. “You stay here - I have to make sure the others are all right.”
“They will be,” Ciaran said. “I only know what you told me about war, but even though those men looked mad - they will have to stop and regroup, take time to put out the fires and sort out their dead. We have until morning.”
“Then you also know we shouldn’t give them time to regroup.”
“We need to rest,” Ciaran said.
“Not we - you.”
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