One evening, as they were preparing for another meeting, a scout returned with news. "I've spoken to a nearby village," he announced, breathless with excitement. "They're ready to join us! They've been waiting for someone to show them it's possible to fight back."
Evelyn felt a rush of exhilaration at the scout's words. "This is incredible news! How many can they send?"
The scout took a moment to catch his breath before replying, "They have about thirty fighters willing to come and stand with us. They're also bringing supplies and food to support our cause."
Rowan stepped forward, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. "This could be the boost we need. If we can integrate them into our ranks and train together, we'll be even stronger when the king retaliates."
Evelyn nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Let's prepare to welcome them properly. We want to show them that they've made the right choice in joining us."
