They didn't argue about the placement, question the timing, or ask anything extra.
They were fully cooperating with every single instruction Sol laid out, nodding along like perfect allies.
It was all smooth, maybe a bit too smooth.
A real tribal chief who had just marched his exhausted people across a wasteland would usually demand to know why an outsider was dictating the whole war.
Vane's total compliance only proved he didn't care about the layout, and maybe was really here to honor the sacred pact, which was strange in itself, considering all the negative stories about them.
"Since your warriors must be tired after rushing here, we'll alter the spacing slightly," Sol said, stepping between Vane and Veylara. "We will keep the Zharun squads entirely separate from the Veynar lines. Your thousand spears will take the secondary ridge positions further down the pass. It's a better plan this way; it ensures our spirit traits don't mix up and cause chaos when the field ignites."
