Lyla
I stood at the head of the war room table, pointing at the map where we'd marked the last known location of the Dark One's forces. "We need scout patrols along these three ridges," I insisted. "If we can identify his new host early enough, we might be able to prevent another full-scale attack."
"The east ridge is still too exposed," I continued, dragging my finger across the parchment. "If he comes through the Vale, we'll be cornered between the cliffs and our own camps."
"We haven't picked up anything from him in six days, Lyla. How about you take it easy and rest? We have already planned out the strategy for an unexpected attack. We have the numbers now and are ready."
I didn't look up. "That's exactly what he wants. Lull us into stillness. Make us soft."
Clarissa crossed her arms. "He's not stupid. He won't charge unless he's sure he can break us."
