Almaren and his guide entered the besiegers' camp. Tents were pitched everywhere, and the groans of the wounded could be heard. The dwarf looked around and pointed to one of the tents. "Your friend is staying over there. You can go and ask where your squad is. As for me, I'm heading back to patrol; all sorts of demons are wandering around here, and now skeletons have appeared from nowhere. I don't think there were any Necromancers in the battle?"
"True, there weren't. But apparently, reinforcements from Mistrad have joined the demons. I just hope we don't get into serious trouble tomorrow. Warn your people to be careful; otherwise, for all we know, the Necromancers might launch an offensive in the middle of the night."
Having sown doubt in the dwarf regarding tonight and the outcome of the battle, Almaren smiled contentedly and headed toward Verdan's tent. At the same time, he tried to mentally contact the elf who had asked to meet.