"We need to think this through," Sol said, his eyes locking onto the older men. "This timing is far too coincidental. An army of this size, moving this cleanly after supposedly fighting a beast tide for two days, arriving at the exact place right before the enemy hits our rear? It defies basic logic.
We should be careful about them."
The moment the words left Sol's mouth, the atmosphere shifted violently.
The elders, who had just been praising Sol's genius a mere hour ago, suddenly turned on him with sharp, defensive glares.
The fear of facing the four-thousand-man Coalition army alone was so paralyzing that the sudden prospect of having a thousand fresh Zharun warriors on their side had become an addictive, blinding drug.
They desperately needed Vane's story to be true, because the alternative was very risky with a legitimate threat of death.
