6 days later, Darius woke up in his tent with a sigh. He rose to his feet and had some servants rush to prepare his bath as well as help him clean himself up.
After doing so, he gussied up and wore a lovely set of a noble's garment that covered his polymer suit which had become like a second skin for him.
He then left the sleeping tent for his 'faction' and approached the mission hall. As it had been for the past few days, the location was crowded with many workers moving in and out, accepting jobs, and checking what was available for them.
Today was definitely more active than most since the last meeting had decided today to be the date of the attack. As such, many workers needed to prepare resources, clean equipment, and assist the combatants in transporting themselves to the battlefield.
