Yan slowly turned to Zach and Mandra.
"What are you saying?"
Wasn't it obvious not everyone was a warrior? They needed chefs, people to tend to the horses, people to help forage for food, and people to take care of the injured. A warring party like the camp of barbarians was more than just fighting.
So what if there were a few non-combatants in the camp?
Zach met Yan's gaze.
"There are families down there."
"Families?" Yan questioned.
Zach nodded.
"Families."
"So?"
Zach held back a sigh.
"The warriors brought their families, wives, and children with them. What do you think that means, Your Highness?"
"...That they didn't want to leave them behind in the possibly dangerous and hostile environment of their homes?"
"Okay, and if their invasion fails?"
It finally clicked in Yan's mind.
"Holy shit. They're not planning on failing." He turned toward the camp with wide eyes.
