The Gatekeepers had mustered just outside the Command Tent.
It was... somewhat shameful, but Tycondrius had not sensed them until he stepped outside.
His selfishness in dealing with his personal issues had blinded him, and despite him still minutes away from a life or death situation... he felt... very stupid.
The Plane of Fire was a battle zone, and its inhabitants were open to attack at any location, any time.
His Dungeon-Core-powered Command Tent was by no means a safe haven.
The defensible walls were nowhere near complete.
He lacked anti-siege weaponry or traps or emplacements, otherwise.
He only had a single defensive trench-- and that was due to Maltwick's solo project, rather than a concentrated effort.
But even if Tycon had a respectably sized, moderately defensible fort...
