"Uh, no, I mean, a token gesture would've been enough. You're actually serious, kid!"
The Hobarton Family elders had thought that a few hundred or a thousand sets would be enough to let Medivh save face. They hadn't really expected him to produce twenty thousand sets of fine iron armor.
When the skeletons hauled all twenty thousand sets of fine iron armor into the camp, the elders' eyes went wide.
Did fine iron armor grow on trees? Were crossbows, arrows, swords, and shields just weeds by the roadside?
Hilda had blurted out a ridiculous number, and Medivh had actually given them the lot!
"Is twenty thousand sets of armor a lot?"
Medivh looked puzzled. He hadn't communicated much with his people before, so he really didn't know how productive the Hobarton Family was.
Twenty thousand sets of armor were nothing. At full capacity, Black Furnace Fortress could produce that many in just a few days.
Kurd City's armory was piled high with armor. They certainly weren't short on the stuff.
"Not a lot? How could that not be a lot? Wait, how much military equipment have you got stockpiled at home?"
Medivh's nonchalant reaction left Draven and the other elders at a loss for words.
Hilda had asked for military equipment in bulk, and Medivh had quickly gathered and delivered it all. That showed just how trivial it was to him.
Seriously, when had skeletons gotten so useful? If they could be that productive, how could Necromancers still be out of work?
Draven and the other elders couldn't make sense of it.
Just because Medivh could do it didn't mean other Necromancers could.
First, there was the question of numbers. A normal Necromancer needed a pristine corpse to resurrect a skeleton, and those corpses had to be bought at great