25 July, 1360. Eberelle County, Northern Islia
Another dawn followed, after another restless night for the Islian forces.
The army had reached the southern edge of the Field of the Fortunate well after sunset the evening before. Like most of the men, William hadn't even bothered trying to pitch a tent in the dark. After a meagre dinner, William had simply pulled off his armour and laid down on the ground to sleep, using his cape as a blanket. His exhaustion had been so great that even when heavy rain had started pelting him during the night, he'd just laid there, uncaring.
There was nothing to be done but wait and pray.
Wait for Kenneth to respond favourably to Perris's message and agree to engage in battle within the next day or two.
Pray that Kenneth didn't decide to defer a confrontation and drag things out for longer instead, knowing the Islians were on the brink of starvation.
