"How long do we have?"
Zebulun looked at Sarah. "Five weeks. Maybe four, if they force march."
"How many soldiers?" asked Sarah.
"Five companies. That’s around seven hundred fifty fighting men. They’re sending a dragon with them."
"I suspected they would, after last time," said Sarah. She told the trio about the two previous incursions.
"Can you fight a dragon with wolves and wasps?" asked Davion.
"No," said Sarah. "Wolves can’t fly, and a draconic mage could vaporize an army of wasps or ravens."
"What about the star people?" asked Quinn. "They have powers!"
"Not to match those of a dragon," said Sarah, "but they may be able to help."
"I’ve seen military dragons in action," said Zebulun. "One could burn down this entire forest."
"But they won’t, though," said Davion, his eyes on the fire. He cocked his head towards Zebulun. "Right? I mean, you said they want this timber."
"They’ll sacrifice some of it to get all of it," said Zebulun.
"I can prevent that," said Sarah.
"How?" asked Davion.
"I shall summon the storm."