Gaveth snorted, scratching at a dent in his breastplate. "Poison? That's a lot of alchemy for one night. I say we drop charges from the Seraph. Blast the riverbank to rubble, clog the whole damn thing. No boats, no crossing."
Soren shifted, voice low. "What about their scouts? Ravenglass has lookouts on the cliffs. If they spot the ships early, they could signal for backup before we land."
Vaelin eyed him, sizing him up. "Good catch. We'll load Starfang with arc-bolts—long-range, punch through armor. Ballistae get chain-shot to shred their runners. If they signal, they'll be dead before anyone hears."
He tapped the map rhythmically. "Here's how it goes: Skyclaw and Dawnbreaker scout at first light, mapping defenses. Seraph drops two squads on this ridge—" He marked it. "—one in the valley. Starfang and Viper's Breath cover the air, keep their archers pinned. Engineers throw up barriers. We hold Ravenglass three days, then march to link with Tarseth's legion at Blackspire."
