There was silence. No one said anything... until the lunar moth Dred fluttered down next to Unnoticed Singularity, wings catching glimmers of sunlight like silver dust.
"Damn this guy is nuts," Dred whispered, his wings twitching as he leaned closer.
"He was just giving these people food, now he's threatening to kill them..."
Singularity smacked him on the back of the head, not hard, but sharp enough to sting.
"Shut up. He's trying to rally everyone."
Twilight closed his eyes, voice low and bitter.
"We should've let the knights arrest this bastard."
Dred scoffed under his breath. Why were they being so mean to him?
Still… It seemed Damon had no more opposition. No one wanted to be the leader of a small caravan about to encounter a warband of 738 orcs.
Well… it was obvious.
There was no winning.
The merchants trembled, eyes sweeping across the long stretch of wagons and people. The size of the caravan was its own doom.
