"We're going to attack immediately?"
Rick asked Verc again after hearing his words.
And Verc, he just nodded his head to confirm it.
He didn't turn around to look at the human mercenary, keeping his eyes fixed on the distant bonfires of the wolf-kin rtibe.
"But we haven't rested from the march yet."
Rick said.
He stepped closer, his brow furrowed as he voiced his legitimate concern as a veteran fighter. In human warfare, rushing into a battle directly after a march was considered an absolute tactical suicide.
"Are you tired?"
But then, Verc asked him that.
The question was spoken so casually that it caught the mercenary completely off guard. Rick was confused by the question, but he shook his head.
He took a brief internal assessment of his own body, noting the steady rhythm of his heart and the lack of soreness in his joints.
He feels fine at the moment.
Seeing his answer, Verc pointed behind Rick, and opening his mouth—
"Look around, do any of them seems tired?"
