Trouble Arises
Very few other longboats seemed to be launching, and Waldor was starting to get worried. He turned again to Tarkus and tapped the nobleman twice on the shoulder, whispering hoarsely, "Should we turn around, milord? The advance seems to have stalled. We should get a confirmation of orders. There could be spies in the army, miscommunication, worse..." Those bowmen in the boat who overheard him shifted uncomfortably, exchanging looks. Some muttered oaths, or prayers.
Tarkus rasped a word at him in reply, his good hand clenching tighter about his sword hilt, and even without a tongue it was painfully clear what he had said:
"No."
