"A proxy," Belladonna caught on.
"Feels so," Leo said, "If this giant... The Exiled Chieftain succeeds in sacking the region, Vorath sweeps in, claims the territory, and takes the gold. If the giant fails and is slaughtered by us... Vorath throws his hands up and says, 'He was a banished rogue. He acted alone. Not my problem.'"
It was a brilliant, cowardly political manoeuvre. It meant Vorath was testing the waters without risking his own neck. It was an assumption, but in Leo's mind, it was a certified fact.
Leo drew his broadsword. The steel hissed softly in the crisp air.
"Too bad for him," Leo said, his lips pulling back into a predatory snarl, "I don't play politics with animals."
He then turned to his vanguard. There were Twenty of the best killers from the Blackfang Bandits, plus two of the deadliest women on the continent. He was more than sure he could take care of these Zarth Beastmen.
