After another restless night of mild paranoia, we were all looking tired as we sat down to swiftly eat, though Nirinia seemed unfazed.
The mood around our camp was still and somber, and I felt a little stifled at how we all mechanically went about our preparations.
Grabbing our gear and strapping it on, we once again climbed up our tower and looked out over the plains, where the enemy from the Western Kingdoms roamed around, their soldiers also getting prepared for the upcoming fight.
From the looks of the large scale movements happening around their encampment, we all exchanged glances as we watched them begin to gather up, signifying the first real attack.
Nirinia leaned over the parapet, looking around the field before turning her gaze back towards our castle, scanning the walls and camp with narrowed eyes.
