Fifty miles northwest of Otter City, there stood a newly built tribal camp. This camp was quite large, stretching on the high ground of the hills, and separated by two circles of wooden fences inside and outside. A Red Crow banner of heritage was fluttering among the camps.
As dusk approached, cooking smoke rose, and the camp was bustling. Hunters with bows on their backs and red hair, tribal warriors wielding spears, and elite militia with long spears were all moving about the camp, preparing a simple dinner to stave off hunger. Smoke rose in spirals, shadows moved around, roughly counted, there were four to five thousand warriors. Such a scale of an army was indeed a rare sight in the sparsely populated lands of the Vastec people!
