Under my watchful gaze, soldiers began picking up their weapons and taking appropriate formation. Captains ran around in amusing nightwear and loosely worn armor, barking orders and trying to get their sixty thousand soldiers prepared for the toughest battles of their lives.
However, these clowns were not worth my attention. My gaze spanned through the camp, searching for the royal tents, but to my surprise, they all used identical ones. I was stunned because the kings I met in Solinthar were not the type to use their brains.
I doubted they had any.
"This is the work of a very talented advisor," I frowned.
Every day I go by regretting I haven't gotten my hands on a talent that can help me pinpoint people within crowds. However, one thing was certain.
"These fat pigs are still in their tents!" My eyes gleamed with murderous light.
