They did not see her arrive. They never did. As she passed amidst the sleeping camp, ignored by those on watch, she took stock of those around her, the ignorant, the unwitting, the obedient and the fanatic. None of her recruits had been lost at sea, none had grown disheartened, none had needed punishment for disobedience. Whether here because they had chosen belief in her cause or because she had bent their wills to match her own, she was confident there were enough. Fraen would rally those he could, his vanity unwilling to accept a mercenary army larger than his own. Together they would push south to claim the prize the other man sought, draw Enesfel north, and crush them in their greater mass. The defeat of Enesfel was not her goal. She did not care about conquest. Both were means to the same end. He would come to her, and he would die. The blood oath she had sworn would be fulfilled, the debt paid, the feud settled. “Ilshaj…” She bristled. “A word…” By the time the speaker reached the place where she had stood, she was gone.
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Date: 2023-12-29 04:33 pm (UTC)The defeat of Enesfel was not her goal. She did not care about conquest. Both were means to the same end.
He would come to her, and he would die. The blood oath she had sworn would be fulfilled, the debt paid, the feud settled.
“Ilshaj…”
She bristled.
“A word…”
By the time the speaker reached the place where she had stood, she was gone.