"We are heading back!"
Alan's decisive proclamation rang through the air, as he made it clear that they were going to abandon their current position and retreat.
The garrison had served its purpose, but it was clear that it wouldn't withstand another onslaught, especially knowing the type of undead that would come on the sixth night. With determination, Alan issued the orders for everyone to prepare for the march back to safety.
600 players, marching the 20 miles back on foot would be a time-consuming endeavor, requiring at least four hours of travel. To ensure their arrival before the next battle, they needed to start preparations and move out as soon as possible.
"How many horses do we have?" Alan's inquired. Bill, responsible for logistics, was the one to respond. "Just a little over one hundred," he informed the group.
