Maura shakes her head, to clear her thoughts. "Right. The army. As it stands, unless you can drop an entire mountain on them, we don't stand a chance of fighting them ourselves." "The red was bigger than the green, I'm sure of it.. and aren't they nastier, anyway?" "Whatever the case, the most important thing is to get back to Drellin's Ferry. At the very least, they have the river we can use to our advantage; slow them down, leave them exposed, something." "The river wasn't that deep, though, and they had giants. And a dragon, and the gods know what else that can fly. A river might stop an army, but not that... that horde." "I don't know this region well... we'll need to ask the locals, see if they know somewhere we could defend better."