Gal POV
The jaghun commander found Gal and his men where the street from the south gate opened onto the wider avenue. His horse was lathered, and he didn't slow it all the way down before he spoke.
"Residential district, two blocks north and east."
He pointed past the nearest building. "Anyone with a trade skill goes to the square. Don't let your riders kill workers. Military-age men without a skill are yours to deal with."
He pulled his horse east before Gal had finished taking it in.
Nasan watched him go. "So nothing worth taking," he said.
"No," Gal said.
He looked at his arban. Seven riders including himself. He looked at the gate, the smoke from the fire compound still thick to the south, the sounds of fighting two streets north and shifting.
"Chaqu on the group when we have one. Nasan, you watch the buildings. Orkhon, with me."
Orkhon said nothing. He turned his horse north.
