Oslo continued on his sprint to the other gate, hoping that their lord wasn't too tired.
Along the way, he could see that everyone was up and about, despite it being in the middle of the night.
Some were preparing to fight themselves, some were setting up stalls, and some were handling logistics. There were even people who were gathering resources, making sure the territory was never stretched too thin of resources.
He then turned to see the people being rushed to the infirmary and those who have sadly passed.
It was sad, very, but everyone knew that death was unavoidable no matter how well-prepared they were. So no one was lax and allowed themselves to mourn for too long, at least while the mobs were here.
They compartmentalized and immediately went back to the battlefield—or whatever task they chose to do—as soon as they were able.
