Layn walked out of his house roughly half an hour after the information about the attack reached his ears. Yet, despite so much time passing, there were no signs of panic or disorganization throughout the camp.
"Hey, you!" Layn shouted, pointing his hand at the nearest passerby. "Where is everyone?" he asked, not willing to waste his precious energy at running around the camp to find where the battle was taking place.
"Sir!" the man instantly froze when asked out only to stand at attention in the next moment. "They are at the southern rampart!" the man reported before glancing quickly at his own leg.
"Huh?" Layn noticed the look and followed it, only to see a huge bandage covering half of the man's calf.
