Later in the afternoon, they all met in Kent’s office to hear the reports from the scouts. The two head scouts were young men, probably not much older than twenty. They were both tall and slender, their long legs suggesting to Riley that they were probably very quick, a necessary trait for a good scout.
Kent motioned to one of the scouts. “Tell me what you found, Scott.”
The red-haired man leaned forward. “They’ve set up a camp on the northwest part of the woods, roughly five miles outside our territory. There’s more than we initially realized and it seems that more are joining everyday.”
“How many do you estimate?” Patrick asked.
“Over a hundred at least,” Scott replied.
“Not all are fit for fighting,” added the other scout, brushing his dark brown hair from his eyes. “But the majori
