An unfamiliar Minya just approached me, bearing greetings from Brojan, leader of the Makalo army. He and his troops are in the valley just east of here, and are awaiting word from us as to when the attack should begin. It can’t possibly happen for several days, since we have not yet begun to gather forces. I am appointing Lahs, a member of King Roylance’s guard, to round up an army to meet with Brojan’s. Lahs is eager to be of assistance. I’ve instructed him to find any and all who are willing, from every race, to join the cause for freedom.
We are nearing the next element: fire. The land around us is burned, and I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that says danger is ahead. Hopefully the Fat Lady’s instructions will prove useful, and Lasia will be held at bay.