Chapter 107 - Promises and Celebration

"What in the hells?"  Rebecca watched the gathering of the Wizards from the top of the wall, her armor sweaty from the previous day, but she figured that that was unavoidable.  'How men do it for days is beyond me.'  She thought, sniffing herself and shuddering at the smell.  The Skeletons had refilled her quiver but warned her that this would be her final one for some time.  As the Wizards dispersed, mostly back into their abandoned camp, she couldn't help but worry that they were planning an attack on the city.  She yawned, mostly because she had had a hard time getting to sleep, and continued to watch them some more.  The man lay on the ground, twitching and moaning from where the man who had obviously been in command had stabbed him.  "What do you make of it?"  She asked the skeletal commander, who was standing near to her on the wall.