That, Kraxus liked. A Treeant getting to wander through the Stormfront, and participate in its conquering? For the Stormfront to be reconquered like this at all – what was that, but a turning point in history? Many of the men, both Treeant and Stormfront alike, didn't seem to realize quite where they stood, but Kraxus could feel it. That swelling significance that began in his chest and made every moment feel weighty.
It also lent weightily to his impatience. He was itching to fight, looking for the opportunity that their instincts told him of. King Patrick sat on his horse, outside of the gates of Cambry, lit by the torchlight that his closest guard and officers carried. He was engaged in muted conversation with General Blackthorn, and Kraxus could only hope that it was one that ended favourably.
"You think they'll turn away?" He asked Firyr. A Captain himself, Firyr was. He shouldn't have been giving Kraxus the time of day.
