"Our hundred warriors haven't even fought a proper battle today," Kira pointed out, resting her hip against the stone table. "All they did was march here and round up looters, extinguish the fire and patrolled around.
Their stamina is full, their gear is sharp, and morale is higher than the canopy."
Zephyra's pale fingers traced the southwestern routes on the hide map, pointing toward two distinct, dark-shaded valleys nestled within the forest.
"The Zerith clan lies in the low swampy basin to the west, while the Gray Marauders occupy the fortified mountain crags further south," Zephyra explained, her white eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"Their elite warriors, chieftains and the majority of their strongest warriors were butchered in the battlefield. So, what remains in those territories are secondary line forces, older guards, and civilian populations.
