“I wasn’t going to order soldiers to their certain death to count heads. Not when we’d already lost so many,” Isobel said to Elora. “And not when the mountains have their own guardians. The geas cast on the dragons ensured they would keep the haldur from leaving the cliffs again. The seers confirmed that.” For a moment there was a clear sheen of pain in her eyes, doubtless because she was thinking of Aethelreda, her lost consort.
Camma snorted. “And maybe the dragons don’t give a tick’s buried head if the haldur get out of the Shadowcliffs or not. We need to stop assuming the dragons are going to save our tails.”
It was easy to hear Elora’s wings flutter in the uneasy silence. “Well, either way, we need to settle on an escape route.” She pointed at one of the maps. “The easiest one is south, provided anyone fleeing can keep ahead of the haldur. And there’s also the sea route to Isial.”