Chapter 52: Pelleas

"We should make the first move, I'm sick of waiting. We have the forces now, what's stopping us?" Haldir spoke from a lounger off to the side within my tent. They had been at it for what felt like hours and I was content to let them continue so long as they kept it down and let me get some work done.

Cyran rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. "There is no sense in heading fist-first into battle when we could wait for the enemy to come to us on our ground."

"The longer we wait, the stronger they get. We are giving them time to amass more of an army. We have an entire host of faepires and Antora's army as well. What more do we need?"

"We need time," Cyran argued. "There are more armies we sent word to for aid. We should wait to see if they show or respond just as Antora did."

"And what if they march to aid Zylhana and her wicked Gods?"