Transcription: Chapter 6 Herzer's mount shifted under him restlessly, dancing a crow hop to the side. Clearly it was more avid for the battle than he. Herzer tapped it on the main with his rain hand, shifting his lance in the other. Ho, Caliban! he said absently. The north wind blew the smell of wood smoke and less savory scents from the orc encampment on the ridge above, and he scanned its defense from the cover of the wood line. It was an even bet that they had spotted him, but they weren't pouring out to attack. That meant either there were few of them or that they were unusually well led for Orcs. The fi ...
