The Westward Daughters were quiet now as they strode across the staging field, aiming for another larger group across the way. That was their habit when it was time for business, and it was the first habit he meant to break them of when he had his own Karth. Some people thought that it was a bad idea to shout your orders in a battle so that your enemies wouldn't know what you were up to. A good number of those people had tasted the edge of Fowler's Six-Cut Saber. It was nonsense.The army they'd gathered was impressive. Every single Westward Daughter was a fighting force unto herself, but they didn't do large numbers. Not usually, but today seemed to be an exception. Three hundred daughters lined up and ready to go, so Fowler took his place next to Void Treader. Greenstone stood in front of him, looking bold and proud. She already had her weapons in her hand, the scythe in one and the orb in another, leaving her other two hands free. The orb let her administer their teleportation power and acted as a focus for the Crystal Tower, but mostly it symbolized her authority as a Karthwatcher. Now that the idea was in his head, Fowler really wanted one.Looking at it now, there were a full ten [Brightspace Casters] in addition to Greenstone. There were three [Considerers of Emptiness] with fully black carapace and eyes that seemed darker than black. He'd only ever seen one of those before, and never on a raid. Maybe most surprising were the [Farther Summoners], a full seven of them. They wore gray helmets, the only armor he'd ever seen on a Westward Daughter. They specialized in stealth missions, and he bet even a single one of them would be enough to steal the crown off the head of [King Lancarote]. What were they going to do with seven of them?The leader was a Harrowkind, so she had the little spikes at the edges of her shell and the blue of her carapace was dye rather than nature. Her shoulder-horns were decorated in gold, and rather than (...)