Ill laid plans.

Wim left the Hole and headed back to the wagon to put up the tent. His head was spinning with the circle of things that needed to happen and how to make this work. He debated his plan of action and tried to order it.

But the old man's words about preparing for war also stuck in his mind. It was clear that the war was going to happen sooner than later and it would be between the city and here. It also meant that by being here, it would appear that they had chosen sides.
Wim hated being trapped like that, it left no wiggle room and he loved wiggle room.

He thought about the little bit he knew. If the battle happened on the plains the Plains people had an advantage, the herds that they drove could destroy everything in their path. You could feel the earth vibrate with their hoofs. It was an unorthodox idea as most fighting was more about charging your opponents or shooting them from range. Pulverizing people by running them down had no honor and would not be how his father or brother would fight. If they had turned on the city, not a building would be left standing, maybe the keep. Even a pike line would fall to the animals.

He felt stuck as he finished setting up his tent on top of the wagon. He did not know enough of either language to make a difference. He did not have enough resources, enough knowledge, or enough courage. Part of him felt like a traitor to the planes people, but he had no real bond to them.

A solution sparked in Wim’s mind. It was the great equalizer and would keep them safe. Well, it was going to cost him something. A bit of his pride. The plan was simple, a grass fire behind the fang fighters would block their lines of supplies and retreat. The fire would drive the herds wild…. If the bacon grease caught the grass on fire, it would be an accident. Most people thought hims reckless fool, so it could work. If it was an accident..

In the morning he would talk to Markus, work at selling the lumber and the alcohol..