Don't read this chap forward. I have a lot of editing to do, and I might have been high writing it
Southern banners filled the plain before the eastern and central armies finished forming their lines, while Zifara counted every spear that had crossed onto ground his scouts watched.
Linga Maaka rode forward first, reins loose in one hand, and called, "The North wants you to return its enemy before this gathering turns into a war."
Zifara answered, jaw set, "A request does not arrive with two armies at its back, so tell your men to lower their weapons before you use polite words again."
The central Grand Zorath walked his horse alongside Linga's, voice carrying the flat patience of a man used to being obeyed without raising it.
"You already know Sagiri attacked a northern ruler, crossed military ground without leave, and now hides behind your protection," the central Grand Zorath said, eyes steady, "you cannot pretend those actions concern only the North."
