The draconians pleased the general greatly, gathering as they did in well-disciplined companies of savage warriors, eager for bloodshed and war.
Indeed, his army grew daily, and this made the matter of armaments all the more vexing. One day, the shipments to the hidden cove had simply stopped, and they had never re sumed. All of his attempts to contact the grotesque Theiwar, Pitrick, had failed, and the general disliked fail ure. He would not fail his Dark Queen, the five-headed dragon-goddess, Takhisis.
Yet the preparations would go on. He had enough good steel to arm many of his troops, and the rest would find other sources for blades, and shields, and armor. Still, the general knew, his army would be strong.
And soon, it would be ready.