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“Ten thousand strong,” Nesryn said, still
leaning against the nearby wall. “But no sign
of the Ironteeth legions. Only foot soldiers,
and about a thousand cavalry.”
“As far as you could see from the air,”
Princess Hasar countered, twirling the end of
her long, dark braid. “Who is to say what
might be lurking amid the ranks?”
How many Valg demons, the princess
didn’t need to add. Of all the royal siblings,
Hasar had taken Princess Duva’s infestation
and their sister Tumelun’s murder at her hand
the most personally. Had sailed here to avenge
both her sisters, and to ensure it didn’t happen
again. If this war had not been so desperate,
Chaol might have paid good coin to see Hasar
rip into Valg hides.
“The soldiers didn’t divulge that
information,” Sartaq admitted. “Only their
intended location.”