There were no men with Grogan. He tended to travel lightly. This meant his horse, his sack, his sword…and no army. But as the air and earth thundered around him with the approach of an uncountable number of hooves, he wished that he had not been so stubborn; that he had allowed his brother to talk him into taking at least a lance with him. He also said a brief prayer to the goddess that his ears were deceiving him. Perhaps it was an impending summer storm that rumbled his very core. But frivolous prayers like that were never answered.