Late at night, a hazy darkness shrouded the land. Thick clouds filled the sky, blocking the moonlight and leaving the Greymane Wall in utter darkness. Visibility extended barely a dozen meters. Rex stood atop the wall, cool gusts brushing past him as he waited quietly. He lowered his head to check his watch. It was small enough to disappear inside his hand if he closed his fingers around it.
There was still half an hour until the agreed arrival time for Dalaran's reinforcements. Of course, Rex did not expect Jaina and the others to arrive exactly on time. There was bound to be some variation; they might arrive early, or they might be late.
"Osborne, take a company of cavalry to welcome Dalaran's reinforcements," Rex instructed Osborne, who stood beside him. Gilneas's army was organized into squads, platoons, companies, battalions, and legions.
A squad consisted of ten men, a platoon fifty, and a company one hundred. A battalion usually had five hundred men, though its strength varied considerably. There were also reinforced battalions of a thousand men, depending on the circumstances. A legion ranged from a minimum of five thousand to ten thousand men. The standard strength of Gilneas's Five Legions was five thousand each, though the Fifth Legion had not reached its full complement because of its special circumstances.
"No need. They're already here," Rex said again as Osborne bowed to accept his orders. The clatter of hooves broke the stillness of the night, reaching Rex's ears from far away. He stepped forward and sprang straight off the Greymane Wall. Like a great bird, he plunged toward the ground with the wind whistling around him. Thud! Rex bent his knees and landed safely.
Jumping from the Greymane Wall, which stood over a hundred meters high, had caused Rex no