Even some of the Veynar elders and commanders were puzzled. "Shouldn't they be close by for support?" one elder asked, looking toward Veylara.
Sol's voice grew firm, cutting off the discussion.
"No. Keep them far back in the reeds. That is my instruction. If your riders can't keep them quiet while the field is peaceful, they'll just cause panic among our recruits when the true horde roars. Move them now."
Chief Vane, who had been watching everything from the back with a cold expression, slowly raised his hand to stop his men from arguing further. "Do as the general says," Vane said smoothly, his voice calm. "Move the hounds to the southern reeds."
The riders turned their whimpering mounts around, somhow guiding them into the thick, yellowing stalks far away from the pass.
Sol watched them leave, completely satisfied. He had his own reasons for this. No matter what, he didn't trust the Zharun at all.
