Senior soldier Bulsheben went to find Commander Gesilian Faerun. He was looking around the completed position set up right of the cave. Every time you looked, there were shortcomings—that's what positions were.
Commander Gesilian knew best that even if soldiers died, you had to do it that way to win battles. There was even a saying that the best commanders were the ones soldiers cursed the most.
A week later now, what mattered to him as commander was keeping the soldiers' vigilance maxed out.
"What is it?"
"Yes. Something I didn't think of came to mind."
Commander Gesilian entered the low temporary tent. Leather was spread out roughly inside. You could see the dug-up dirt. Because they'd put heated stones underneath. Even in summer, pretty chilly wind blew at night on this forest hill.
