They weren't due to arrive until that evening, but Draiss can see them coming, for hours ahead, as they trudge up the long, winding road to the monastery, high in the hills. Much as was predicted, about seventy-five liontaurs, all male, are making their way up; fifty of them in a neat and organized regiment, and a couple dozen scattered around them, obviously the adventurer mercenaries. Near the center, he can make our the young man who must, clearly, be the new lord; even at this distance, Draiss can sense the arrogance.<br/><br/>Finally, they round the last bend, and are closing in on the monastery, as the sun is beginning to set. "Come on, men! I want to get this finished, before it gets too dark to fight!" the young, pompous Lord yells.