After breakfast, the Darkmane Tribe once again held a meeting.
Their discussion this time revolved around their planned attack for the day.
One by one, everyone gave their proposals. In the end, the opinion given by the temporary commander who managed the siege weapons was seriously considered by everyone.
"Our Fire Catapults are the strongest siege weapons in the Borderlands," the temporary commander said. "I don't know what kind of trick they used yesterday, but that might only be a one-time thing.
"Perhaps they are betting on us giving up on our catapults by making us feel that they are ineffective against their defenses. But you all saw it yesterday, didn't you? We managed to deal damage to their walls. That couldn't be faked. The damage we inflicted miraculously faded every second after our bombardment."
This was something none of them could deny, which made them feel a little hopeful.
