Eleven shifted his weight and hummed a short note.

"Against an army.. once, so far." That would change, he was sure. "They were mostly undead, and we were greatly outnumbered.. but we had a good position, a strong leader, and we managed to take out theirs before too long. The rest scattered, after that."

He poured himself a cup, smiling faintly. "But we're more than simple foot soldiers with swords and crossbows. I have faith in our strength if we stand together."