After an afternoon of lessons, Karl was ready for a good meal and a full night's sleep. His group wasn't on defence detail today, so they had all night to themselves unless there was an attack that made it past the artillery and the roaming scouts that the army had in front of them.
It was a strange feeling not having a battle to go to in the morning, or other immediate obligations. Karl and the other students only had classes in the afternoon, while the clerics helped out all day at the treatment facility or the kitchens, depending on their preference.
So, when the sun was already well above the horizon, Karl finally dragged himself out of bed and found a vigilant new group headed to the line, prepared for whatever the Hill Giants threw at them.
