Lucas will not be swayed to wait until morning, as he marches up to the occupied river with determination, arm upraised and waving to the camp. "Heyy~! Opportunity is knocking, wake up the Lord Zane!"
One of the guards pokes his head up and gapes at Lucas as he marches into camp with all the confidence of a man who expects to be let in, unchallenged. He squints, bewildered, and calls back to a superior. "Umm...Sir?"
Another guard mutters sleepily from a distance away. "Shut up...can't a guy get some beauty rest?...fool..."
"W-Wake up sir!" The first guard shouts as loudly as he can muster, a faint tremor of anxiety creeping into his voice.
In the dim firelight, I can see the tents stirring as guards wake and peer around sleepily, taking stock of what is happening. Some scramble up to their feet, standing at attention and some shuffle closer to investigate the disturbance, while others mutter irritated complaints as they drift back towards their rest.
