"I was positioned on the high ridge near the southern crossroads, Lord Bjorn," Eadric explained, "We waited for three days in the rain to get a good look at the marching column. But... it wasn't just Franks. The banners, my Lord... I have never seen so many different colors."
"Explain." Bjorn narrowed his eyes.
"It is a massive coalition," Eadric said, "I saw the golden lions of the Frankish Empire, yes. But right beside them... they were flying the twin birds of the Magyars."
"...what else did you see?" Bjorn muttered.
"Small counties... minor kingdoms from the deep south and the east," Eadric continued, counting on his fingers. "Dozens of different mercenary flags... with the Magyars and the sellswords, their numbers are easily swelling past eighty thousand."
Thus, a heavy silence fell over the immediate group.
Even the loud noise of the dockworkers unloading the heavy cannons seemed to fade away into the background.
