In the shadowed corner of the great tent, erected the day before just for this purpose, Selati watched his All address the dozen assembled leaders of Caniean with wary curiosity. The myriad of beings present was enough to make him dizzy. Aleledai coiled at the head of the table, bright and fierce.
“Ten thousand is a cautious estimate,” Aleledai answered to some pompous Caniean leader whose green and blue scales clashed with sallow skin and straw colored hair. “The numbers might be less, but I think we would be foolish to dismiss the possibly high number.”
“You want us to muster every able body that can fight,” the leader retorted. “Who will be left to protect those who cannot?”
Another, a variegated brown through and through, chuckled. “We have already covered that. We send them all int
