Some were uncertain, others angry.
A few warriors glanced toward Orun, as if trying to confirm they'd heard him right.
He didn't repeat himself.
Instead, he turned to the side as a few veteran warriors stepped forward to receive more direct instructions.
"We'll strike the stronghold from four directions," he said. "The first group will attack from the west side. Once the humans move to defend it, the other three will strike from the north, east, and south. You don't need to push deep. Just cause chaos, and buy time. Your main objective is the farm at the eastern edge. That's where the farmer will be."
"Should we kill him?" asked one of the younger warriors, her snake-like hair hissed as she tried to suppress the tremors in her voice.
Being suppressed by the human governor wanted her to kill the farmer that the humans treasured.
"No," Orun said. "Hurt him if you must. But do not kill him."
Several warriors glanced at each other.
