The army assembled at dawn on Day 362. Five hundred and twelve soldiers. It took Vark an hour to form them up, and when he was done, the training yard wasn't big enough to hold them all.
They spilled through the gates, across the road, into the cleared ground between the palisade and the forest. Infantry in formation — two hundred and eight soldiers in stonesteel breastplates and reinforced shields, organized into four companies of fifty-two. Archers behind them — eighty-two, carrying longbows and crossbows, quivers bristling with stonesteel-tipped arrows. Sappers in a tight cluster on the eastern flank — forty-four Kobolds with tunnel gear, picks, braces, and bags of something powdery that Nix had been working on in the forge annex for the past month. Scouts already gone — Runt's Shadowfangs had left three days ago to mark the route and clear the path.
And at the center, the cavalry. Sixty-two Lizardmen mounted on Ridgeback Drakes.
