"Get this traitor out of my sight and to a doctor, after that, lock him up." I said distastefully.
As the soldiers carried the man away, I sat down and went over what the man had said. Galag was a brilliant location for the Magic's command center. Even though small, Scouts have reported that the town is well defended. It was also perfectly inconspicuous, if it weren't for our capture of Deldrick, we would never have considered Galag.
As I thinking this over, a scout burst through the door of the house. "Sir," The man gasped, "I saw a group of daemons not too far off, they're headed this way!" Although short, the man had a strong, muscled torso and legs that could only come from a lifetime dedicated to running. Although built, he had a surprisingly high voice that would have been comical in other situations.
"How far is 'not to far off'?" I asked, surprised and angered at the man for interrupting my train of thought.
"About half a mile, sir," the man explained, regaining his breath, "Another scout reported that there was an archmage with them."
That caught me off guard. Jumping up from the chair, I ran outside and started to rally together the remaining soldiers which I had, and started to form together a basic attack strategy for which we were to employ against these hell spawn.
As The first daemons made their way over the hill, I shouted orders, and...
