As the warriors crested the final hill, the outsider's camp sprawled before them, a strange and unnatural sight against the rugged landscape. The murmur of voices rippled through their ranks, some filled with excitement, others laced with curiosity and skepticism.
"Look at that," one warrior muttered, gripping the shaft of his spear with anticipation. "We'll be feasting on their weapons before the sun sets."
"They don't even know what's coming for them," another chuckled, running a calloused hand over the edge of his axe.
A younger warrior, barely past his first blood, squinted at the fortifications ahead, daunted by it, as he even thought he tried not to show it , he was a bit scared from the constructions in front of him.