Battle In The Night

Waterflower’s cold, indifferent voice rang out from outside the door, “Crafty? I certainly didn’t kill any fewer people than you did!”

Gangdor’s face fell. He snorted loudly to posture that he wasn’t scared of her in the slightest, but he was still sensible enough to not say anything else. Phaser followed in behind, while Olar, Zendrall, Tiramisu, and the others eventually gathered in the tavern as well. Richard and his followers could sense each other through their souls; they would naturally assemble together.

“Master, I’ve already made an inventory of the battlefield,” Olar started the moment he stepped in, “We don’t have an exact count yet, but we lost more than 2,000 men. Miss Flowsand is doing her best to rescue the wounded, she cannot come over for the time being.”

Richard nodded, “Okay, go invite Shea here. Oh, and Zim too.”

The elven bard accepted the order and left.

Gangdor hesitated for a moment, but eventually ended up speaking his mind, “Boss, we had to put in everything to fight them off today. Tomorrow’s battle won’t...