Laz stood there with Two watching his trash legion practice. They had seen an influx of new recruits from survivors who had arrived at the fortress with nothing to do. Men and women who had lost their homes, their families, their everything. They had seen the remnants of Laz's legion and asked if they too could pick up a sword.
No one was denied.
"They will be going to their deaths," Laz said as he stood out over the courtyard, watching them train. The remaining members were walking through the ranks of the thousand that had gathered, correcting their stances, fixing their strikes. They didn't let a single mistake go unchecked.