They ate their stews and their soups, in the light of the setting sun, and they seemed disinclined to do anything further. They knew full well that every soldier in Karth Keep that could make it to the battlements were staring down, watching them, and those that couldn't had found arrow slits that they could look through instead, but they hardly seemed to care. For all their watchfulness, Vol's men weren't rewarded with much information. They spied some gold mercenaries, but they never managed to catch sight of the men that they thought might be leaders.
When the night properly fell, the men withdrew from their fires, into their tents, but they didn't hide themselves in their entirety. It was almost as if they were simply ceding the stage to someone else. It seemed like a single grand performance to Vol.
