Watching the five small warships and more than a dozen gunboats hurriedly unloading supplies, Fourteen thought, It looks like the Hinterlands navy will have to expand again.
With the addition of the small gunships and numerous gunboats, all the personnel and supplies had been transported onto Hakkari Island by late afternoon.
Night would fall before long, so there was certainly no time to start building infrastructure. Under the watch of Evil Spikes and the others, the Zul'Aman troll prisoners first pitched tents to sleep in, then set up large pots to prepare dinner.
Soon, cooking smoke curled into the air over Hakkari Island, carrying the delicious aroma of meat and vegetables.
When mealtime came, the Zul'Aman troll prisoners discovered, to their surprise, that they would get a share of that fragrant food too.
Everyone ate their fill that evening. The Zul'Aman troll prisoners caused no trouble, either gathering around the campfires after dinner or crawling into their tents to sleep.
Since the war began and they were taken prisoner, the Zul'Aman trolls felt that tonight's dinner was the best they had eaten. The high elves had blockaded Zul'Aman for years, preventing supplies from entering from outside, and food had already been scarce.
The demand for supplies had grown even greater after the war began, so even while fighting, they had often gone half hungry. After they surrendered or were captured, the high elves had treated them little better, giving them barely enough food each day to stay alive.
They had originally thought that this would be their lot from now on. Yet none of them had expected the high elves to send ships to take them away so soon after their surrender or capture.
Even more unexpectedly, there were many trolls among the people aboard the fleet transporting them. Some