Ysera landed steadily behind the Allied Forces' lines in her dragon form, and Rowan slid down her belly to the ground without a shred of dignity.
When the soldiers of Kul Tiras's Fifth Army Corps saw Young Master Rowan arrive on the battlefield, their gloomy, suppressed morale vanished, and their fighting spirit soared.
As the leader of Kul Tiras, Young Master Rowan had come to reinforce the battlefield. In the old days, that would have been called the sovereign personally leading the campaign.
The warriors' thinking was simple: since Young Master Rowan had come, victory must be assured.
"Just what you'd expect from Young Master Rowan. He already has two dragon mounts," Byron said enviously, his face full of admiration.
Galin also noticed Rowan. He snorted and said disdainfully, "All flash and no substance. Can he get us out of this encirclement?"
Lem looked around in alarm and said quietly, "Your Highness, we're at his mercy. We have to swallow our pride. Please keep your voice down when you say things like that."
Since when did you become such a spineless coward, Lem? Irritated, Galin simply turned his gaze away rather than look at Rowan.
Danath looked toward Prince Galin, hoping he would approach Lord Rowan to discuss their plans for breaking out.
But seeing the prince's resistance, and knowing his prejudice against Lord Rowan, Trollbane abandoned the idea.
After Trollbane left, Prince Galin summoned Lem and asked irritably, "Why didn't Rowan invite me over to discuss the breakout plan?"
Lem's expression stiffened, and he replied awkwardly, "Uh, Your Highness, General Trollbane went in your place."
Insubordination! Outright insubordination!
That bastard Rowan thinks nothing of me, and where did Trollbane get the nerve to defy my orders?
"If they won't let me go, I'll go anyway!" In a classic display