Chapitre 269: The Darkest of Nights - Part 6

"Oh, aye," Grom agreed. "But that is why we are here, no?" He gave a rotten smile, flashing his decaying teeth. "Easy pluckings. And, in the same fell swoop, we can deal with one of their armies. Genius, ain't I?"

"Maybe if you weren't following your 'nose' all the time," his second lieutenant muttered. Unlike his leader, and unlike his fellow lieutenant, he was a little more brains than he was brawn. He would have preferred to approach things more strategically – but amongst the Yarmdon, the strategic approach was the frowned upon approach. It was instinct that drove the tide of battle.

"Aye, but look what the scent led us to!" Grom proclaimed. He could smell it even from here. There was that encampment right to the front of them, where he wagered nearly a hundred soldiers were stationed, but beyond that, there were rich pickings. There was another food-rich village to be raided.