Kingdom of Ash

It had taken over a month to sail from
Eyllwe with their newfound allies, dodging
Morath’s fleet around Rifthold, and then these
past two weeks to move inland.
They had seen little to no combat. Only a
few roving bands of Adarlanian soldiers, no
Valg amongst them, that had been dealt with
quickly.
Aedion doubted Erawan was waiting until
spring. Doubted the quiet had anything to do
with the weather. He’d discussed it with his
men, and with Darrow and the other lords a
few days ago. Erawan was likely waiting until
the dead of winter, when mobility would be
hardest for Terrasen’s army, when Aedion’s
soldiers would be weak from months in the
snow, their bodies stiff with cold. Even the
king’s fortune that Aelin had schemed and
won for them this past spring couldn’t prevent
that.