The blackness of the night wavered fearsomely in front of us as we stood at the gate, ready to defend it with our lives. The wind howled at a dangerous rate with the only things we could hear being the whistle of the breeze and the grunts of the werewolves who stood in readiness close by.
"How many stay with us at the night's watch?" Ramul breathed heavily expecting the worst. "How many do we have at the watch presently?"
Dreyfus who floated in the air with all the mages looked back briefly before giving an answer, "Around forty eight."
"Around?" the Primordial questioned tossing a piece of meat into his mouth. "I expect a strong answer Xaj."
"I know not the answer to that Lord Ramul, I only answered with the present numbers I see here. I can see more creatures join and leave at their whim."
"Where do they leave to?!" he yelled. "Stay at thine positions!"
