This is perhaps the strangest experience of my life, Enfri decided, and I once spent an hour as a baby goose.

"You see?" Varn asked from his perch on her shoulder. "The mortals are unable to tell the difference between Deebee and myself, and the dragons' nostrils are filled with the scent of human and horse. We are quite safe from discovery."

Enfri hummed, noncommittal, as she wove through a line of tents. The Librarian urged secrecy. He didn't want Deebee to know he'd come back, and he had blithely changed the subject when Enfri asked why.

Varn adjusted how his feet rested on Enfri's right shoulder, much like a cat kneading its paws. His tiny form was nearly identical to Deebee's. He lacked his horns and much of his physique, but he'd kept that beard of fleshy whiskers on his chin.

"To begin, Your Majesty, I've decided that I owe you an apology."

Enfri looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "For which part?"

Varn snorted, puffing out his whiskers. "Where to begin? Threatening to burn a city down on your head, calling you mad, revealing the cost of your elder magic before you'd learned much of it yourself, and any number of other missteps I've made in dealing with your new empire. In short, all of it. Humans did not invent foolishness. The mighty were well-acquainted with the concept long before you arrived in the world."

"You might have invented it, but I think we refined it to an art form." Enfri stepped over a mud puddle before continuing. "I'll forgive you, but can I ask what changed your mind?"

"Why, you did, of course. Did our Storyteller not tell you?"

Enfri shook her head.

"Blazing dragonet," Varn muttered. "Suffice it to say that I was confronted with what separates you from the likes of Shoen."

"It still can't be easy," Enfri said. "You remember dragon bonds as something horrible. You remember bond forgers as evil tyrants."

Varn peered at her, considering. "That isn't completely true."

"What do you mean?"

"I abhor answering questions with more questions, but consider this." He drew his head back and held a single claw in the air. "Do you think it strange that, even when knowing the truth of the old empire's darker side, the mighty still hold you in such high regard?"

Enfri bit her lip and nodded. "When Adar and the others started showing up, I felt so guilty. I still agonize over if I'm just taking advantage of them."

"You are so much like him," Varn murmured.

"Who?" Enfri asked. "Winds, not..."

"No, no," Varn assured her. "Not Shoen, nor any of the later emperors. You see, Your Majesty, Shan Alee truly did begin as the beacon to save the world from darkness. That is the empire I wished Deebee to remember. The one without slaves and cruelty. The Aleesh of ancient days saw themselves as the guardians of the world and all humanity. The gift of magic the spirits bestowed on them didn't give them the right to rule, but as you yourself said, it gave them the ability to serve. And that is why you remind me so much of Inwe."

"The first Dragon Emperor?" Enfri didn't know how to respond to that.

"Inwe was the man who brought his people together," Varn said. "After the demonic empires of the proteurim fell, Inwe and Darkoo the Majestic travelled the lands to free the mortals held in bondage by the remnants still loyal to the old masters. That was a dark and deadly era, thankfully lost to time. Inwe built his empire and remade the Continent into a safe haven for all humanity and for the mighty. Whatever his progeny became, it is engraved within our bones that the only reason we still exist at all is because your bloodline saved us."

Enfri shook her head. "Inwe did that. Not me. I'm not a warrior of any kind. I've never touched a sword except to pull it out of someone."

Varn smiled. "Flames, girl. Don't you know? Inwe wasn't a warrior. His image adorned the walls of herbalists and surgeons throughout the empire. He was a healer."

They reached the eastern edge of camp. Enfri walked up to the bank of the Vladmir River. The other side seemed so far away, and supply barges carrying food for the army, and the Corwyn's goodfolk were unloading crates onto waiting wagons nearby. The armsmen and workers of House Yora and its sworn houses bustled with activity as the day drew near to its end.

Enfri looked out across the river, humbled to think that she had anything in common with a man who was more myth than mortal.

"Aleesh," Varn continued. "In the Aeldenn Tones of the spirits, this means 'the people most beloved of the mighty'. So it was once, and for a time it became a cruel irony for my kind. Now, you have reclaimed the true meaning of the name for your people,"

Enfri closed her eyes. "How can you know the voices won't corrupt me like they did so many others?"

"I don't know," Varn said. "I suppose you could say I've now chosen to have faith. Our Storyteller hasn't faltered in hers. Nor has the Ascendent or any of the others. They have faith, even if they do not realize it, that you will become for them what Inwe became for us. Our beloved."

The tiny, ancient dragon looked from side to side as if searching for eavesdroppers.

"It could not have come sooner," he whispered. "You have already heard this, but the old masters are stirring."

"Just rumors," Enfri said. "What are demons, Varn? Monsters of some kind?"

"Of some kind," he said. "They do not move openly. Even when they ruled the world unchallenged with the proteurim as their favored creations, they remained aloof. They are entities quite unlike the gods and goddesses mortals gave birth to."

Enfri frowned. "Wait. You say we created the spirits? Not the other way around?"

Varn groaned. "So much for you to learn, but I'm not the one to educate you on spirit lore, child. Regardless, the old masters are something else. It's tempting to think of them as evil incarnate, but that isn't true. Demons do not act out of malice, no more than the spirits solely act out of benevolence. They can only be what they are."

"And what are they?" Enfri asked.

"They are... good... in their own way."

Enfri gave him a skeptical look. "Good? Demons are good?"

"In a manner of speaking. Before Inwe and Darkoo, humans fell prey to dragons more often than not. Demons allowed mortals the secrets of the Dekaam to defend themselves. Even before that, demonic influence uplifted your kind out of their cave lairs, taught them to master fire, gave them mathematics, science, and an understanding of the world around them. Demons are teachers at the core of their being."

Enfri narrowed her eyes, trying to reconcile that information to everything she'd ever assumed. Demons and good. The two concepts didn't coincide.

"The old masters did not do so out of charity, however," Varn said. "Every act they undertake is calculated. I've called them good, but they are also callous. They are generous when it suits their purposes, and they readily destroy for the same reasons."

"To what end?"

"I don't know if it is within my capacity to explain," Varn said. "I and those I serve wonder if even Inwe might have been an outcome of their design. The old masters were the first beings to inhabit this world. The firstborn. Ever since, they act as if they consider themselves caretakers. One era, propping up burgeoning civilizations, only to let them collapse in the next, often hastening the destruction. Shan Alee, the proteurim empires, the aeries of the first dragons, and who knows how many lost civilizations felt their influence. Each may have been no more than a failed experiment conducted by the true rulers of the world."

"It's our turn now," Enfri whispered. "That's what the doom is, isn't it? The demons will come back and rip apart the Five Kingdoms so they can... try again. Wipe the slate clean."

Varn sighed. "I think you still misunderstand what it is you face. It sounds like you're imagining a great last battle, a war between the forces of light and darkness as slavering beasts rise from Hell to devour you all. It will not be so.

"Your enemy is among you as we speak. They have always been there, patient and cunning. This is not a foe you can defeat through force of arms, as they themselves will never take the field. Mortals, fey, shifters, and mighty will act as they believe is right and just, but it will be at the behest of demonic will. Still others will know precisely whom they serve, believing they are earning themselves and those they love a place in the era that will follow. These, the true believers, are the most dangerous of your foes. Your Majesty, you must beware the children of Algara. If the feylings are discovered..."

Varn snapped his jaws shut.

"What are feylings?" Enfri asked.

Varn shook his head. "I've said too much. You must not repeat this to anyone. I've spent the last four hundred years protecting the secret. It is of the utmost importance that the old masters and their servants never learn where mortal and spirit essence can be found within a single soul. This is our hope for salvation, Your Majesty. I will ask your oath on this."

Enfri nodded and gave her promise. It wasn't all that difficult to never repeat a word she'd never heard before. She had no idea what Varn was on about, only that someone within House Algara seemed to be hunting for these feylings.

"Winds," Enfri said. "You two really are related."

"Pardon?"

"Varn the Blabbermouth."

The wizened dragon sputtered his indignation.

Mortal and spirit essence within a single soul, she thought. Winds and storms, he couldn't mean the child of a human and a fey. Could he?

Varn eyed her and grumbled deep in his throat. "The children of Karst don't have the sole claim to insight, it seems. Yes, girl, I might be taking an added interest in your progress partially to observe your fallen Ruby. A half-goblin wouldn't be the first feyling I've taken under my protection, and believe me, they need protecting. I recently had a scare when a skindancer tried kidnapping a girl whose great-grandmother was a nymph. Thank the flames I had a family of weres watching over her, and the fiend was destroyed before it could report what it learned."

Enfri listened to the bit about shifters and nymph-girls with half an ear. She was still reeling over the first part. "Ban and Rippling Moon? Varn, there must be a mistake. She's... well... newly blue. You understand?"

Varn barked a laugh. "I think I understand a fair bit better than you do. Flames, but you should learn from her. You're a healer, aren't you? I know for a fact that there are many humans who could benefit from what you might find out."

"It's not as if..." Enfri blushed and stopped herself from saying something to prove herself a fool. "You're right. I've been meaning to talk to the green ones for a long while now, but we've left Altier Nashal. Moon and the tribes have returned to their homes by now."

There was a twinkle in Varn's eye. "Is that so? Well, far be it from me to refute Her Majesty. I believe I've kept you long enough, and I daresay I can smell a certain Althandi princess darting about at her wit's end looking for you."

Enfri flinched when Varn leapt from her shoulder to dive into the river. She called after him. "Hold on. What was all this even about? You never said what you thought I should do!"

Beneath the water's surface, a dark shape appeared as if from nowhere. Without giving an answer or a backwards glance, Varn swam whatever aquatic form he'd assumed up the Vladmir until he was out of sight.

"I'll tell Deebee about this!" Enfri shouted after him, shaking her fist. "Blustering villain, I'll make sure she gives you another walloping. Get back here!"

Enfri huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Threats aside, she had every intention of telling Deebee that Varn dropped by. She'd keep quiet about feylings— she had promised— but Deebee had every right to know what the decrepit old alligator was doing.

Come to think of it, it's a little strange that Shoen or the others didn't chime in through any of that. I wonder why they didn't.

"You... are angry with the river?"

Enfri about jumped out of her shift. She teetered on the river bank and might have toppled into the cold water had a firm grip not taken her by the wrist. Her balance restored, Enfri turned to her rescuer.

Jin released her hold on Enfri's wrist and watched her with bemusement.

"Varn," Enfri said hurriedly. "Paddled off after being all obtuse."

"The Librarian?" Jin looked upriver and grunted in consternation. "You have the most bizarre encounters."

Enfri pursed her lips. "I don't go looking. They just seem to happen."

A smile quirked at the corner of Jin's mouth. "As you say."

Some of the tension between them lingered, though it didn't feel as pressing as before. Enfri's talk with Ban had eased her mind greatly, but she wanted to settle the matter once and for all. Unfortunately, the demands for an empress' attention were never-ending.

"We have unexpected visitors," Jin reported. "Ban thought you would want to greet them personally."

"So that's what the comuckus was," Enfri mumbled. She avoided looking at Jin's raised eyebrow and let herself be led back into camp. "Who is it? How'd they sneak by Uwe and the outriders?"

Jin smiled to herself. "They have experience confounding Altieri scouts."

"Must everyone be obtuse today?"

"Forgive me, my heart, but I think you'll appreciate the surprise."

Enfri felt a grin coming. After Varn's cryptic parting words, she had an idea of who might have come. Jin brought her to where a number of new tents were being erected beside her armsmens', and Enfri's suspicions were confirmed. She laughed, delighted, and went the last few paces at a run.

"I sight green one," Moon exclaimed in jubilation. "I spoke this! I spoke this to be unclouded path."

Rippling Moon ran to meet Enfri. Once within reach, she catapulted herself into Enfri's arms, nearly bowling her into the dirt. Enfri had the breath squeezed out of her after Moon had her arms and legs wrapped about her.

Moon called out to Jin. "Ban takes path with Light Hoof. He hears words kith carry to him. Asks god-sighted to hear also."

Jin favored Moon with a smile. "I will join them. And you, my heart?"

Enfri helped Moon get her hooves back on the ground. "If it's all the same, I'll stay and catch up with Moon."

"As you wish. I will rejoin you shortly." She withdrew, following Moon's pointed finger towards where Ban had taken Light Hoof.

"Is good thing to sight green one. Seven days but feels seven months."

Enfri couldn't help but laugh. "I should say so, judging by that bear hug. Makes me wonder what Ban's hello was like."

Moon winced. "Antlers are ashen. And blooded."

A glance at Moon's forehead showed that her antlers had sprouted another few inches since they'd last seen each other. Those things grew faster than Enfri would have thought. Moon was up to eight points, and the rounded tips and velvety coverings suggested she had quite a bit of growth left to go. Somehow, larger antlers made her appear much older than she used to look.

"You said you had a message for us," Enfri said. "Why didn't Light Hoof just give a sending?"

Moon planted her fists on her hips. "Rocker. You raise spirit walls. Voices cannot be carried by spirits to be heard."

Enfri cursed softly. "We're warded against all kinds of translocational spells. We have scheduled forays outside the wards for contacting Ecclesia, but we didn't set up the same for the kith. I'm sorry, Moon. We're ashen for being inconsiderate."

"It is cleansed," Moon said, waving her hand. "Means we must walk long path to green one. Means I may sight my red. Is more good thing than bad thing, and kith seek to lend hands for words we bring."

"Lend hands? What news did you bring, Moon?"

Moon's large, violet eyes lit up with excitement. "Farsighting kith sighted black penitent. Path to her is unclouded."

"Your scouts have seen Kimpo?" Enfri exclaimed. "Winds! She's in Altier Nashal?"

"Nay, nay," Moon said, shaking her head. "Farsighting kith use witch eyes. Spirit eyes. You call this... scry."

Moon led Enfri further among the goblin tents being erected alongside the army's. There were as many as a hundred goblins setting up in camp. Quite a few were lying down on the curious nets hung between posts goblins liked to sleep in. They appeared exhausted.

"You ran all the way here," Enfri observed. "How long ago did you get word of Kimpo?"

"Three days. Light Hoof hears words sent by farsighting kith. Hear the path black penitent takes. Her place is unclouded."

"Is Elise with her? How far? Rather, how about I stop asking questions and let you tell me the whole thing?"

Moon laughed. They came to an open area between the tents. A few goblins who weren't drop-dead exhausted were actually starting a few sparring matches. Enfri had seen them do this often since the Battle of Ecclesia. It was the goblin warriors' favorite method to wind down before getting some sleep.

Enfri recognized many faces, and she greeted them as she and Moon passed. After they approached the edge of the sparring circle, Enfri waved to Tree Spear, the large, black-haired goblin who had led the charge against the First Legion during the battle. He was beginning a match with a slight and slender opponent named Hot River.

"Light Hoof has gifted slayer kin of green one with true name," Moon said.

"You've named Elise?"

Moon nodded, her face solemn and grim. "This is thing we must do. Name black slayers. As Death Fire is Ban. As Long Fist is Sasha. We name green one's kin that is her slayer. She is Iron Kiss."

The name they'd given Elise sent a chill down Enfri's back. To the fey, few things were as dangerous and toxic as iron. The slightest contact would sear their flesh to the bone. It was a fitting name, considering Elise's spikes.

"Iron Kiss does not walk path with black penitent, but black penitent is not alone. She flies with mighty blue and might-touched red. The red is sun-blessed and depth-sighted as green one, but scent is mired. Fire and wind and stone scents. Might-touched red knows not his own name."

There wasn't much Enfri could understand about what Moon said, but what she followed was disturbing. Kimpo was with another dragon, one with a bonded knight. Elise was forging more bonds, and that was worrisome to say the least.

"Not good," Enfri whispered. "And no sign of Garret?"

"No sight of Name Thief," Moon said, her lip curling in disgust.

Enfri looked within to speak with Shoen and the rest. I don't suppose you lot have anything to say about all this?

They remained oddly silent. Even at their least active, talk of Elise tended to bring them running like a fishbone in a cat house. It figured that on one of the rare occasions she actually wanted their input, they were nowhere to be found.

"Where exactly is Kimpo?" Enfri asked Moon.

"Is far. Long path for hooves. Shorter path for wings. We carry words to green one and Ban so they will take path with wings of their mighty."

"We're going to save Kimpo," Enfri said, hope rising. "We'll get her back."

"Save black penitent and bring her to Ban." Moon nodded, then turned to watch Tree Spear and Hot River spar. "He will be might-touched again."

Enfri felt like she'd just swallowed a stone. Moon didn't yet know the extent of Ban's disability, and it wasn't Enfri's place to break the news.

Even if Kimpo and Ban couldn't be bonded again, Enfri would still try. Perhaps it was a foolish hope, but Enfri didn't ever want to see that defeated look in Ban's eyes again. If there was any chance at all for him to be healed, it lay with Kimpo.

Enfri joined Moon in watching the practice fight. Tree Spear and Hot River were now thoroughly engaged in their match. The way they moved was astonishing.

"I've seen Hot River, but I've never talked with her."

Moon made that waving gesture again. "Green one is clouded. Hot River is not she. Hot River is they."

Enfri blinked, perplexed. Hot River had wide hips and wore a fur chest-binding. They appeared female to Enfri's eyes. "Not a blue?"

"Nay."

"Newly red?"

Moon laughed. "Uncloud."

"That's good advice," Enfri said, thinking of what Varn had said earlier. "I don't want to be a rocker."

"Green one is never rocker," Moon replied with a smile. She hesitated and pursed her lips. "Green one is seldom rocker," she amended.

"The seldom is what worries me." Enfri watched Tree Spear and Hot River flow around each other. None of their blows landed, always missing by a hair. It almost seemed choreographed, and Enfri marveled at the clarity of perception that goblins must have possessed.

"Hot River is a single person, so why use 'they'? Is that just the closest translation from your own language?"

Moon thought the matter over some more. "I sight what is clouding your eyes. Tree Spear is violet. Hot River is gray."

"You said something about that a while ago. This comes of how the kith see gender, right? It's a spectrum rather than a binary."

Moon wrinkled her nose. "Many new words. Hmm. Think as slayer..." She puzzled over how to explain for a short time, then clapped her hands together. She gathered herself up and spoke in the deepest voice she could muster.

"Be this a lad or a lass?" she asked while pointing at Tree Spear.

"Aye," she replied to herself in her regular voice.

"Be this a lad or a lass?" while pointing at Hot River.

"Nay," Moon said.

Enfri covered her mouth to stifle giggles. That had been a spot-on imitation of Trent Urdov. "I think I'm starting to understand. Thank you."

Moon dropped her voice to a conspiratorial level. "Does green one wonder of red or blue parts? Is impolite, but I will speak this so she is unclouded."

Enfri blushed. "Not necessary," she replied hurriedly. "What they're packing in their loincloths is none of my business. They say they're what they say, and I'll take their word on it."

Moon seemed pleased by that response. "Green one is not rocker."

"I may be about to change your mind. May I ask you personal questions, Moon? I want to be unclouded."

"Ask of me?" Moon seemed surprised by that. "Is that I am newly blue?"

Enfri nodded, embarrassed. "If that's alright."

"Aye. Green one is green one and must not be clouded. Ask."

"You were born with a red body. Male."

Moon nodded again. "Body was red. Heart was blue. I speak to green ones of this. They speak white words and find path I might choose to take."

"You said your body was red? That changed?"

"Is hard," Moon said, and she furrowed her brow as if trying to communicate the enormity of the hardship. "Green ones gift medicines and plants to eat. Make me sick for days. Magic-blessed green ones use spells. This hurts. Body changes. Antlers still fall out too late every year, but change is ended. Pain is ended. Little Fox was sighted as red no more and took path to find name. Rippling Moon became myself. Kith were happy to sight me as me for first time."

Enfri wished she had one of her blank journals. She'd have to write this down at the first opportunity. The herbs Moon had been given were probably something with the hormones to develop secondary sexual characteristics. Crumbleweed was a likely candidate. Moon had the hips and waist of a woman, and developed if small breasts. The magic she spoke of must have been transmutation spells of her primary sexual characteristics, internal sex organs and genitals.

"Moon, that's amazing. How old were you? Had you already gone through puberty?"

"Hmm. Is word I have not heard. What is this?"

"Oh, well, it's when a child... white one... grows old enough to be able to have their own white ones."

"Ah, this is thing kith know. Nay. Was six hands of years ago, before my dark winter."

Enfri burst out in laughter. "Winds, but if there's a true name for puberty, dark winter hits the nail on the head."

Moon laughed along with her. "Green ones of tribe speak this makes change easier. Body has not yet walked full path to red or blue." Moon leaned in with that conspiratorial whisper of hers again. It could only herald another doozie. "Green ones are ashen. They not speak to me of new things. Of blooded pains and black moods."

"They most certainly are ashen," Enfri exclaimed. She fished into her herb pouch and pulled out a strip of willowbark. "Imagine, not warning a girl about menstruation. The very idea. Here. Chew on that a bit when it's at its worst, but not too much. It'll make the cramps a little more bearable. If you start to bleed much more than normal, I'll find you something better."

Moon took the strip of willowbark and looked at it as if it were made of gold. "What path has green one walked all my life?"

"One far from here, but I like to think we'll be on the same path from now on."

Moon had the brightest smile upon hearing that.

Something she'd said finally clicked in Enfri's head. She matured six hands of years ago. "Moon, how old are you?"

"Nine hands. Why ask this?"

"You're thirty-six? You're almost twice my age!"

Moon looked shocked. "This is thing that is?"

"I thought you were near my age. Are you marked and never mentioned?"

"I sighted her as like me in years. How is green one wise when she was white one so short time ago?"

"I read a lot. I'd never have guessed you were older than Ban."

Moon sniggered into her hand. "I speak this to him when we began heart-blessed path. I speak that I am not of years he believes. He scented of fear he kissed white one."

"Oh no," Enfri gasped. "You set him straight right away, didn't you?"

"On this thing, aye," Moon said, "and I speak to him of that I am newly blue. Did not sight he was clouded. I was clouded for not sighting this. Clouds everywhere. On first night after you take path from white city of the slayers, before I walk path to kith-home, he finds me. He calls me lasichka and carries me to hidden white place in forest."

Enfri began to blush furiously, realizing what sort of encounter Moon was describing. She would have stopped Moon from sharing intimate details, but it would've been impolite not to hear her out. Yes, that was definitely the case. Enfri fanned herself with a hand and leaned in to listen.

"Ban's eyes sight black. He thinks to find red part. Is ready for red part. I laugh, and tell him he is clouded."

"I... um... don't know if Ban wants you to go spreading stories of your rendezvous, Moon."

"Why? Is funny." She started cackling.

To be honest, Enfri thought so too and let herself join in on laughing about it.

"Now, see here," Ban protested as he came up behind them. He must have finished talking with Light Hoof and arrived to find them engaged in bedroom talk.

Enfri was embarrassed at being caught laughing at his expense, but it was difficult to stop.

His expression was indignant. "I wasn't about to let a silly thing like a... thing... get in the way of..."

Enfri stopped him right there. "Nope! We won't do this."

Ban pursed his lips and looked off to the side. "It's just I know I can handle mine. I could handle hers if she had one."

Moon about doubled over from her laughter.

Enfri covered her ears. "I don't need to hear about handling red parts. Winds and storms, I'm a lady. A paladin mustn't speak so around a lady."

"Convenient," Ban grumbled. He eyed her with disapproval before turning to Moon. "And you..."

Moon smiled up at him, innocent as a newborn. "Ban scents of me."

"Ban does, but Ban's ears were burning from halfway across camp."

Enfri was grateful to see Jin striding up to rescue her from this situation. The gratitude lessened when Enfri saw the mischievous gleam in her eye.

"If we are all sharing," Jin said, "there are things I could add to the discussion about Enfri's knot-tying skills."

Ban grinned. Moon looked intrigued. Enfri lunged forward and covered Jin's mouth.

"Good talk, everybody," Enfri said. "To more current matters?"

The smile on Ban's face changed. It was now the wild look of a man ready to go into battle. "We weren't expecting to catch a lead on Kimpo this soon, but the kith gave us a big one. I say we take it."

Jin pulled Enfri's hand down from her mouth. "Agreed."

Enfri nodded. "Moon's told me most of it. What've you learned from Light Hoof?"

"Kimpo's in Sholis," Ban said. "Light Hoof's seers scried her flying from the north, and she arrived in Sholis yesterday. At last word, she's still there."

"Sholis is only accessible by boat or rail line," Jin said. "It would take the army days to ferry across. If we're to catch up with Kimpo before she leaves or joins with others, using dragons is the only way."

This is it, Enfri thought. I knew this moment would come sooner or later. Now that it's here, it hardly seems real.

A month ago, her most pressing concern had been making sure her geese were fed on time. From here on, she could no longer be a mere sky woman. Enfri was the Dragon Empress of Shan Alee now, and she was about to give the first order that would send those she cared for into battle.

"We'll leave at first light," Enfri said. "Every dragon we have and as many goblins and armsmen as they can carry at speed. We'll rescue our Huntress with everything Shan Alee can send."

Ban let out a low whistle. "Waves, but won't this be a sight."