The undead obeyed without a sound. Their formation moved with chilling precision, surrounding the mobile fortress upon which Quinlan sat. The Drowned King eyed the blue-skinned soldiers who were still standing upon piles of bones. 'The skeletal sentries of the carriage...' he realized darkly.
The strange, blue-skinned entities stared back with empty calm, their expressions unreadable.
The Dwarven King focused on Quinlan. "So this is your strategy? You plan to blackmail us into letting you join our forces?"
The Elven Queen added, "We are mere hours away from crossing into the human lands. Even if you manage to alert Alexios, he will struggle to organize any meaningful response in time."
Quinlan leaned back slightly. "Is that so?" His tone carried a thread of amusement. "Why don't we test it?"
