"Lads!" he announced to the throng of simple warriors before him. "You have fought with me courageously against the evil ivy that has plagued this land, and I am forever grateful for your sacrifices. Together, we, as the inhabitants of the Oppressor King's realm, tried to wrest this land from his tyrannical rule. He conquers a new territory every day, yet still lusts for more; he demands complete obedience and submission from his new citizens." He cleared his throat and continued in a slightly deeper voice. "He thinks most of them are incapable of threatening him and his kingdom. Does he speak truthfully?" Angry roars of disapproval and vulgar slurs damning the belligerent king resounded forcefully off the gray stone walls.
"Cahil has not yet returned to us bearing the Southern Force in his wake. During his short absence, our enemy has assembled a formidable force in an attempt to intimidate us. It seems that he has gotten word of our presence and our capturing of his fort. As I see it, we have two choices: we can flee like the cowards the Oppressor King believes us to be or we can prove ourselves a threat to him and his rule! How say you? Do you fight or do you flee?"
Shouts from the gathering of men erupted around him, shouts from men who were dying of dehydration and hunger. Their needs would be satisfied, for they thirst for blood and have been starved of the sight of dead soldiers for too long. "Then we stay and fight!" he bellowed. And pray, he added in his own thoughts, that the annals of tomorrow say that this was not a victory for the King. The gathering of the armed followers separated and hastily began to prepare for the battle. Without the Southern Force, we have very little chance of surviving longer than two days.