The days have grown colder over time, as an unexpexted chill has settled in from the north. Day after day ticks past, as a few more people, slowly recovering from the illness, are quickly put back under arms.
And then, finally, disquiet in the enemy ranks outside. Movement as they become unsettled- news of the approaching army has reached them.
It is two days before more happens. But that night, you know the attack is coming. The enemy are forming into their battle ranks, and a hundred beacons are lit. Baranar calls the men to arms.
The wait is over, and now is the time. By morning, this fight will be done.
The call to arms is sounding. Where are you guys heading?