"This man conspired with Lynch to murder Master Blood Hand! He deserves a thousand deaths! Kill!"
After making his rounds, Angus's forces had swelled from just over 2,300 men to more than 3,000.
The old, weak, and infirm from the original troops were assigned to garrison various outposts.
As for his current mobile force of over three thousand, while not all of them were elites, at least half were. Their combat effectiveness was a cut above the ragtag army he had before.
In addition, a few scattered and routed soldiers who had been lucky enough to escape the battle at Gray Claw Gorge had made their way back over the mountains to Sardinia. Upon hearing Angus's call for "revenge," they too flocked to his banner.
Though not numerous, this group consisted of one to two hundred men, all of them veterans hardened by bloody battle.
Angus turned no one away, accepting them all into his ranks.
On this day, the sun shone brightly.
