"We will set camp here." Commander Nybo orders.
Soldiers and sorcerers work together to pitch the tents and organize provisions and weapons.
"Your Majesty." One of the soldiers bows. "Your tent is ready."
"It is about time." Ylva spits. She strides to the tent followed by the Grand Mage.
"My king." Commander Nybo stops her. "We should have a meeting to discuss the attack-"
"Commander Nybo." She interrupts. "We have had too many meetings already." She glares at him with Brandt's fiery eyes. She has been in a bad mood ever since the Lions failed to finish the preparations in the three days she had given them. "There is nothing more to discuss. We attack at sunset."
"Would it not be better to attack while there is still light, Your Majesty?"
