A corrupt King sits the throne. The last generation of heroes have gone extinct. The lands are as green and as promising as they ever were. The Gods watch with interest and they wait. As next the next uprising comes from the most unlikely of places. A slow burn novel.
"Very good," Lord Blackwell said instead. "You will not be in a hurry to return, then, if you have left your village in such capable hands. That pleases me. Impatience to return will lead to mistakes. We cannot afford many of those, if any."
"My Lord," Lombard said. "I think it pertinent to mention that he fights alongside Lady Lasha Blackthorn. She was promised a hundred men by her father in Queen Asabel's throne room, and she has arrived with those men."
"So, you mean to tell me that the Patrick forces will be of the number four hundred rather than three hundred?" Blackwell said.
"It seems to be the case, my Lord. The Lady Blackthorn has expressed a desire to continue serving under Ser Patrick, given that they have fought many of the High King's missions together," Lombard said.