A fire crackles, sending sparks up towards the stars, he looked around at the other fires at their campsite, and knew tomorrow night there would be less shadows around the flames, maybe even less flames. He had preyed to all the gods he could think of, he was meant to have a patron deity, but after this many years in the field, and countless fights, he could not remember which it was. "Oh cheer up Polykratos, we've known they were coming for weeks, it's our job to stop them," A hearty hand slammed into his shoulder. Leandros was never one for gloomy introspection, "By this time tomorrow, the boys will class themselves as veterans, and you'll again be the toast of Thespia. The joy of being from Thespia, and not being aligned to the main belligerents in this eternal war, is that everyone seemed to think we are fair game. Maybe if they left us alone, and concentrated on each other, they might finally get this row sorted!" He chuckled, helping himself...