Garren leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment before answering.
"Small," he said. "A small roadside settlement, been there for a long time but never grown into anything significant. The population is somewhere between two and three hundred, maybe a little more in good seasons when people pass through and some of them stay, though that would be rare." He paused. "Warriors, if you can call them that, somewhere around seventy to a hundred. But that number is misleading."
"How so?"
"They're not soldiers. Not trained ones or organized ones. They're hunters, mostly. Men who have spent their lives in the woods and know how to handle themselves and a weapon, but there's no formation, command structure worth the name and no training.
What they have is numbers relative to their size and the confidence that comes from knowing the terrain around them better than anyone passing through."
