"We don't know how those beastmen are marching."
Thranduil said softly on his stag.
"My scouts have run within a radius of twenty miles, yet they've seen nothing."
"So there's not a single beastman within twenty miles? The beastmen army is non-existent?"
Dane shouted angrily with his loud voice, causing Gandalf to constantly cover his forehead.
"Dane... Dane!"
The first call from the Grey-robed Wizard was normal in volume, but the second was a direct shout. This finally directed the attention of the Ironfoot Army's leader onto him.
"We discussed this last night! The beastmen must have already moved, I saw it with my own eyes, I said it myself, this concerns my credibility!"
Gandalf pushed the brim of his pointed hat up with his staff, directly staring at Dane.
"And the Wizard's credibility."
The dwarf pursed his lips but no longer questioned the fundamental issue of 'whether the beastmen army exists'.
"Then the situation is slightly clearer."
