Crafted for War ( 531 )

Javier's gaze stayed fixed on the map projection floating in front of him.

But if I delay...

His fingers tapped the three glowing markers, each one representing a dwarven stronghold.

If these three fall, it'll leave only one left.

And that last one will have to defend against attacks from both sides.

Human and Halfling.

He narrowed his eyes.

That's checkmate.

He stood up.

Then jumped down from his elevated seat, boots landing cleanly on the stone.

"Chief Nofan!"

Nofan, still overseeing roof work near the smithy, turned immediately.

"Yes, my lord!?"

Javier strode over.

"Send two dwarves with strength to man the south gate."

Nofan blinked. "For what, my lord?"

"My army will stand guard," Javier said. "I just want eyes there."

He paused, then pointed toward the old wooden bell mounted near the gate tower.

"They're not for fighting. I just need a warning."