It was that murky period after light and before dark. Visibility was difficult. One couldn’t see with clarity much further than a few meters. It was the perfect time for an attack. Modern armies almost never fought at night. Too much could go wrong. Fratricide was commonplace under poor conditions. In order to combat that sad fact, Ingrid had her rebels each marked with red bands of cloth on their arms. The majority of Jarrik’s forces would be in proper Wolfsreik uniforms but, according to Boen, there were enough mercenaries within the partially constructed redoubt to lend pause. Hundreds of rebel fighters had converged on this position to execute a loosely coordinated assault. Much to Orlek’s disappointment, Bahr and his crew decided to stay out of the way. They hadn’t come all the way back to Delranan just to fight a rebellion. Getting to the ruins of Arlevon Gale was the only priority Bahr had. Everything else simply stood in the way. They watched the rebels pack out for the raid and slip quietly away.
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