Sunrise lit up the landscape. Gathered in grasslands outside of the woods, a sea of tents were set up with little to no order. Patches covered each tent and some still had holes waiting to be repaired.
But the men coming in and out of those tents didn't seem to notice or care.
In some areas, small hordes of troops grouped up with their mismatched and unkempt uniforms. A few spots were filled with rolling dice and card games, with rations and drits up for grabs. Other areas reeked of cheap, poorly-made moonshine.
And not a single Briston flag was anywhere to be found.
Every soldier was already awake and alert. It was the first time more than two "roughneck" regiments had ever been united. And each roughneck was ecstatic to finally be let loose on an assignment without a demand for mercy or decorum. No one wanted to sleep in and get left behind from the march on the City of Frantoch.
