Viana's mind spun, calculating. Two thousand. It was not enough to match Arin, but it was a substantial force.
A desperately needed infusion of seasoned, if self-interested, fighters. "Terms, Joel?" she asked, her voice calm despite the frantic calculations in her head.
"A hefty upfront fee, Princess," Joel replied, catching his breath. "And a percentage of future prosperity. A stake in Elysia's rebirth, if we survive."
He paused, a flicker of something new, a cautious optimism, in his eyes. "Daniel, their captain, believes in our chances. He believes in your chances, Princess."
A percentage of future prosperity. It was audacious, a gamble, but it showed they had faith, however, mercenary, that Elysia would have a future.
"Bring him in," Viana commanded, her decision swift. "Bring him and his men. And Joel, ensure they understand: they fight under Elysian command. No rogue actions. Their loyalty, for the duration of this siege, is to Elysia alone."
