The Valakii had come to a realitazion,when first their eyes laid on their deaths, if the argument was to be settled by the sword, the mountain would only serve as their collective headstone. Their only hope lay in the weight of their words, though even those felt flimsy against the iron-clad silence of the host before them.
The counsel given to the Prince across the sea had been unerring; these were men born of stone and they respected only that which could break them.Had it been the opposite the Valakii would have only held sport in their killing of the outsider.
With a small band of household guards, Korgas and Volar traversed the vast, trembling expanse. Behind them lay the pass of their ancestors where they took their position for a stand; before them, a foreign tide that seemed to have risen from the very depths of the earth. Every step was a battle against the instinct to flee, a heavy, cold anchor of dread dragging at their heels.
