Lightning roiled in the clouds illuminating the army of men and beasts below as it twisted through the pass. Steel spears glimmered like a thousand metal thorns, tenant's flapped like bat wings. Two men looked down upon the procession from a lonely spar of rock. Nicolai grunted and turned to the druid at his right. "Not natural, I say."
The grizzled man nodded, the antlers on her head bobbing. "Ye'd be right - the fey have wind of our coming."
