“I’ll make this quick,” Ferenic said as the council members all leaned over a small poorly lit table in an otherwise dark room.

“We take our the surrounding forces, then converge on the leaders in the center. We try this any other way, and they’ll win. Questions?”

One by one, the council member stood, and remained silent. Ferenic grinned; he was glad to have their trust, and glad to have been part of this village, even if it’s life did turn out to be short. The men parted from the room, each heading to a different part of town to begin the next phase of their plan.

Near the town center, Everos was done waiting. It had been some time since the initial attack with zero follow up. It just didn’t fit. So he used his time wisely, setting up a small post behind the steps of one of the buildings. This left his group well defended with the stairs covering their left, the fire covering their right, and the building itself covering their backs. They only had to worry about attacks from above and in front of them. Once they were set, he sent two of his men to fetch water pails from one of the houses so they could rejoin Alexander’s main group. When they didn’t come back, it only sent up further alarm.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck bristled as a light, cool breeze swept across the small area. For a moment, he thought nothing of it.

That was when the attack came.