They were like desperate gamblers, still clinging to the vain hope of a comeback, of winning it all back.
There were almost none as clear-headed as Aidan.
"Anyone with a shred of sense knows that victory in this war became a distant dream the moment those Zor Priests were wiped out. I certainly don't wish to be buried here with the rest." Leiden neither confirmed nor denied her words. He wanted to take a sip of hot plum wine, only to find his cup was empty. He gave up on the idea.
"Tell me, when are you planning to leave? I'll go with you," Aidan asked urgently, taking his silence as an admission.
Only she knew just how exceptionally talented this inconspicuous Goblin truly was.
The fact that he, a Goblin, could command a group of Centaur Warriors was proof enough of his extraordinary nature.
Moreover, when they had gone south to intercept the humans, it was his command that had allowed them to hold out for so long.
