The council gathered the morning after the group's return.
The fire crackled, burning low, illuminating the longhouse in a dim, warm glow, and a rather still silence lingered in the room.
Kael sat at the head of the table, not because he liked it but because the people had insisted on him taking the seat.
"Then let us begin." He said, his expression unreadable.
Valen nodded. He had spent the night organizing his thoughts. He wanted to be precise. He wanted to be honest.
"The camp is larger than we expected," he began. "There might be a couple hundred people. Most of them live in tents and timber houses. Though I couldn't explore all of their camp, I did spot quite a few workshops, forges, shops, and even barracks."
"Their settlement seems more developed than ours…" Thran muttered.
"That might be the case. But from what I could see, it felt like their settlement wasn't that different from ours," Valen answered.
"What about their warriors?" Kael asked.
