“So how do you know there’s going to be an attack?” I asked. After all, Sopron had all the makings of an excellent defense, if a somewhat undermanned garrison. Until our arrival, at least.
“I don’t,” he said. “Not specifically, anyway. But there’ve been raids on outlying villages and farms. Most of those people have come behind the walls for protection.”
“How do you know the bandits won’t move on, now that the easy pickings are gone?”
“Because raiding isn’t their aim,” Laszlo said. “They intend to take the town.”
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