How Many Is More?

The old Grand Elder frowned, “Twenty hunters, six druids, the last two sets even going out in groups...”

“From what I know, only their grand elder is capable of this. Could she already be able to leave the tree of life?” an imposing man mused.

A shrill voice rang out, “General Yair, you seem to look down on our Jadeleaf Tribe. At least seven or eight of our Children are capable of killing so many of your hunters.”

Yair immediately blanched. He was the general of the Duskword Tribe, and everyone sent out had been a capable subordinate of his. Such chiding was an insult, but it came from a youth who was dressed more lavishly than anyone else present. Outside of another person dressed in black robes, he was also the only one seated...