Zach and his peltasts had spent the last week tracking the routes of every war band they saw come and go from the foundry.
They had managed to evade detection entirely throughout it all, following their targets to the tributaries which they extracted the manpower and resources they needed to survive.
They watched in silence as the bandits used coercive force and intimidation to gain their bounty.
Few resisted, and those who did were gunned down mercilessly in the snow-laden streets. Not once did the peltasts intervene…. Saving those who could not save themselves was not their objective.
Their mission as it currently stood was to gather information on the tributaries and figure out how to exploit their resentment as a proxy force.
At night the peltasts camped out in the wild. Finding ruins or cliff sides to evade the storm. Setting up small, but stable tents away from the direction of the wind and its chilling frost fall.
