On the other side of the Wailing Hills, Ola's camp looked like a filthy patch sewn onto the wilderness.
The black tents that had once belonged to the Rock Breaker Knight Order were now surrounded by an even greater number of tattered linen tents, all pitched askew and in complete disarray.
These were the conscripts from Valley Village and another, smaller territory called Gray Stone Watch.
Their eyes held no fighting spirit, only a dazed uncertainty about the future and a deep fear of the Rock Breakers around them.
Ola Stonebeard, the Baron of Shiyan Town, was striding purposefully as he inspected his 'grand army'.
He was bare-chested, his bronze muscles gleaming under the sun. Two thick braids in his beard swung forcefully with every stride.
His gaze first fell upon two newly assembled trebuchets.
