I would have to lie if I were to claim that by the time I left my temporary house, the camp was fully up.
Sure, there was movement everywhere, from the few shed tents that housed a fifth of imperial workers, through the extensive field on which the rest set up a camp all on their own. Yet, when it came to actively working, only a few of the imperials and an early shift of Makary's soldiers were fully on their feet.
Still, the imperial early birds could do nothing but wait for the rest of their respective brigades to gather. On the other hand, Makary's mercs busied around the camp, delivering the daily supply for each of the brigades.
'I wonder how the camp will look tomorrow morning,' I thought, grinning to myself at the thought of a lesson all the imperials were about to learn.
"Morning…"
Out to the side, Etaria emerged from a nearby building.
