The Verdant Grove stretched beneath us, a tangled mass of trunks, leaves, and glimmering magic enchantments that dwarfed the surrounding trees and manors. Two other skyships hovered nearby, hiding from the ground behind particularly thick patches of canopy. The distance reduced their crews to crawling ants, but as we reduced altitude, I could see the occasional white tabard and silver armor of an inquisitor mixed in with the greens and browns of the elvish soldiers.
"Not so many church bastards," Luxxa said, glaring at them.
"No," Victor said, shaking his head. "We were the reinforcements. The ones on those ships would have already been in the city. They'll mostly be local elvish forces."
A bright light lit up on the helm of the closest skyship, hovering some five hundred feet away.
"What is that? Some kind of signal?" I asked.
