The Church's perspective of the same day:
As the pagan town of Solus is sleeping and passed out from the festival, scouts from the Church take note of how the pagans celebrate and look for the biggest opening to catch them off guard. They took note that most of the males would be drunk or hungover the next morning.
The scouts ran back silently for two miles to the camp where the mercenaries and church guards are encamped for the campaign. The force numbers roughly around two hundred in total. About one hundred mounted guards, fifty bowmen, and fifty footsoldiers.
All of these men have been paid by the church to exterminate the pagans from the west side of the river Skyes. All two hundred men are trained professionals. The soldiers are all in little groups around red hot campfires talking about wives back at home, their first kills, or whatever they talk about to put their minds at ease.
The two scouts rushed towards the captain's tent. The captain was sitting at his table inside the tent. The tent was at least thirty by thirty feet and ten feet high. The table was an expensive carved redwood. He was able to afford all this from the money received from the church to hunt and chase the pagans away.
The captain was eating the leg of a boar that was caught earlier today. He was surrounded by his sub-team leaders. They are all drinking a ten-year-old aged strawberry mead. The scouts busted in, out of breath.
The captain looks at them in displeasure since they interrupted his meal. "Sir we have found an opening to attack the pagans and complete our mission." One of the scouts said quickly out of breath. Almost instantly the captain's mood lifted greatly.
He pours 2 mugs of mead for the scouts to drink as a reward. "Let us discuss this immediately!" The captain exclaims as he makes everyone get in a circle around a map of the area to plan the attack. They planned for the attack for the rest of the night.