A tree fort sounded great to everyone. They were comfortable to sleep in, and being near the lines would help keep them in the right frame of mind.
Being here in the Capital at night removed the sense of danger and urgency, allowing them to talk about picking targets at random, instead of defending areas of land. Fighting was fighting, in a way, but the determination to protect could make all the difference when it came down to morale and combat results. If they knew nothing about the area and its inhabitants, they were unlikely to fight as hard as they could. That sort of casual approach to defence would make the locals fight that much harder when something unexpected happened, and there were too few forces nearby.
As much as they might like to think that they were giving it their all in battle, if they were only showing up to fight and then leaving, they were never going to have that sense of commitment that would drive them to the greatest feats.
It wasn't proven that those were what helped you advance the fastest, but there was strong evidence that harder fights were more likely to help break a bottleneck if you were at one.
Logically, the two should be related.
One last night in the Guild House, catching up on work while they were away, and quietly listening to the buzz of the city, then they would leave at dawn.
Many of the people were talking about the fights at the Bomgon border, as so many of the troops had been mobilized to help deal with it, but the reason for the attacks wasn't clear.
The Undead raided, pillaged and were a general blight to the world. But they were rarely organized across more than a single group. Now, there were multiple groups attacking at the same time, and no obvious reason for it.
That alone was enough to be concerning.
They had just suffered an attack by the pirate fleet, but now they were facing intense attacks from the undead horde that lived inland? Did something happen to change the undead? Or did something happen in Drodh that was drawing them to the Demon Nation?
That was the great concern of many. The pirate attacks had been increasing for most of a year before the invasion attempt, affecting shipment lanes and travel times, when the goods did finally make it to their destinations.
So, it wasn't as if the extra activity came out of nowhere, just that it now had a focus, and they couldn't see a reason that they had been picked.
First thing in the morning, Karl put on the leather over silk armoured pants and jacket that Rae had made for him.
Not that he really needed the extra armour.
Karl suspected that she had made him a new set so that he wasn't always wearing a skill instead of smelling like her silk.
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