By the time the artificial sun started to set, the members of the expedition decided to call it quits for the day. Yondra could make the sun rise whenever she wanted, but that would mess up their sleep cycle even more.
Everyone was tired either because of the constant spellcasting or from trying to make sense of the collected data about the wall. Some, like Quylla, had a splitting headache from doing both.
Morok and Phloria's soldiers were pretty relaxed instead. They had slept, eaten, and spent their time playing dice or cards while guarding the tunnels.
"How do your weapons work, exactly?" Lith asked Morok while eating dinner.
"The problem with the wilds is that you never know what mess you're going to stumble into. So I had a good Forgemaster made me Orichalcum weapons capable of shapeshifting at will.
