Thirteen.
Thirteen protectorates.
Thirteen Lord Governors, Lord Magistrates, and presumably, if the Bloodroot Empire followed as it had for the Rides, thirteen Lord Sheriffs as well.
But the real number running through everyone's mind was thirteen Lord Commanders.
Thirteen armies.
If the Southern Steppe was charged to build armies the same size as the one Liam Dunn had just been charged with, that would total more than six thousand soldiers… Six thousand soldiers who could call down lightning from the sky and summon vast whirlwinds. Six thousand soldiers with powers the likes of which the people of Lothian had just learned they never understood.
