"Welcome, welcome!" Morgan greets warmly, her smile as bright as the lanterns illuminating the cozy tavern. At the door, she beckons guests inside, her voice brimming with hospitality. Children dart around, enthusiastically showing visitors the finely decorated interior and their own radiant smiles.
"Okay, just a few more people to get inside, and the night is finally upon us. The war is here," she thinks to herself, her gaze shifting to the approaching group. With a final wave to welcome them, she moves away from the door, heading behind the building, where the preparations continue.
"Vlad?" She whispers as she looks around, spotting him, Jaxon, and a few others sketching a ground plan in the snow.
"When the explosives go off, we wait a little before taking the people. We need to have at least two people looking out for the goblins to get a signal as to when to head to the base." Vlad explains with a stick in hand as he traces the plan in the snow.
