After two nights and two days of fighting, both armies had temporarily retreated to recuperate. Eryndor was enjoying a cup of wine in front of his command tent before he would go to sleep.
The rider who had survived a confrontation with the Gorgons arrived at the edge of the camp, where he was being observed by hundreds of soldiers. There was a silence and tension in the air.
When the nameless soldier arrived at Eryndor, he fell to his knees and reported what had happened.
Eryndor was furious and stabbed a knife into the soldier's armpit. "Is this really what happened? Or did you make up this story to hide your cowardice? I wouldn't be surprised... with those cowards that were born in your house in the past."
Even before the soldier could say anything, he collapsed dead at the feet of Eryndor, who addressed the bystanders: "It is said that strange creatures are roaming the mountains that have killed our patrol. Who will come with me to check out this story, and if necessary hunt down the scum in question?"
A loud cheer rose up and soon the war cries spread throughout the entire camp. Even before the morning cast its first light over the camp, Eryndor set out with a contingent of foot soldiers.