[First off, a massive apology, I haven't been keeping up with this stuff, and I've got no excuses, so I'm sorry about that. Writers block on how to open this chapter didn't help either. Anyway, this chapter is only really serving as a brief set up for Yunkai and chance for me to attempt to flex my minuscule creative writing muscles. Anyway, without further ado…]
The steady drumming of footsteps on the hard, furnace like dusty ground kept the army in rhythm as horses, carts and soldiers marched over the crest of the hill. Two men stood overlooking the army, both ignoring each other with the sort of distaste you'd see in a child regarding vegetables on his plate. Daniel sighed, looking at his traveling 'companion' and back to the army as they trampled the rust coloured ground into the dust beneath a sky that seemed oblivious to the concept of clouds.
"You know, if you carry on force marching these guys, It'll wear them out and they won't be able to fight."
"And the Yunkish won't know we're coming. I command the Second Sons, you're merely an accessory here"
"That's not what your girlfriend said. Besides, she was going to let us take the naval route, we could've flown their colours, pretended to flee, end up in their harbour, and pogger the bastards instantly! This isn't about looking good, it's about getting the maximum possible time to prepare for Qarth and Volantis!"
"We'll have enough time whatever route we take. Calm down, or are your nerves completely shattered after one war?" With that, Daario flicked his heels and the brown stallion he was mounted on glided over to the column as he called to some friends, while Daniel was left to find one of the scout reports. It would be a long march, and none of it fun, from what he could tell.
A week later, the army had reached Yunkai and was now gazing up at its foreboding walls with distaste. The Yunkish wouldn't want to fight, considering that they didn't have an army any more, and what little militia couldn't dream of manning every inch of walls. It was a simple matter of building ladders to climb the walls which now attempted to make a mockery of the forces that had returned to burn and punish them for their insolence. All they needed to do was figure out who was where at what time, and hit the vulnerable spots. That meant some poor bastards had to stay up all night and pick off the easy targets, spot the gaps in the defence, and decide which parts to assault, before relaying the information back to the army that now camped on the barren rocky area laid out before the city. Of course, the matter fell to the one group who had both the long range weapons capable of such a thing, were good at spotting where the enemy was in the first place, and were disliked by Daario Naharis:
Daniel and the scouts.