A few minutes later, everyone had assembled in the war room.
"Well done, my friend!" Vlaf beamed with joy. He looked like he wanted to thump Simon heartily on the shoulder—but, recalling his frail state, settled for slamming a fist onto the table instead.
Seven large maps and three smaller ones were laid out across the broad conference table in precise order. Together, they formed a serpentine sweep across the terrain from Shimmergold Town to the fringes of the Bloody Highlands—an overview as striking and dangerous as a coiled cobra.
In addition to forests and rivers, the maps also marked water sources and sunken basins. Areas suitable for temporary or permanent camps were also clearly noted.
"Simon, walk us through the maps," Rus said, offering an encouraging glance.
The young man, once reserved and sentimental, had gained a sharp edge after his ordeal. With effort, he saluted, then, supported by Vlaf, moved to the table. Taking up a pointer, he began the briefing.
