With the entire council sharing Edric's enthusiasm and convinction, the atmosphere in the pavilion shifted cleanly from grand strategy to the actual execution.
"So," Ghalrim summarized, leaning his thick elbows on the oak table. "We burn the fishing boats along the lake, and you've already barred every bridge and ford along both rivers. We've effectively built a wall around the grave they chose for themselves. The only way out of those woods is straight through our front lines. Safe to say the rats are well and truly boxed in?"
"Rightly so," Edric replied smoothly.
"Then I suppose it is time we discuss how we intend to gut them," Ghalrim said, his eyes gleaming.
With every gaze in the tent fixed squarely on the Warden of Oizen, Edric delivered.
