Night Of The Attack

[00 Months: 15 Days: 11 Hours]

I surveyed the faces of my fellow adventurers, their expressions illuminated by the wavering glow of the little source of light we had in the form of a magical orb.

The flickering dim light danced in their eyes, reflecting a range of emotions from apprehension to trust.

"I understand that you're tired," I began, my voice soft yet firm. 

"I know that launching an attack now seems counterintuitive when we could wait till dawn, rested and prepared. But let me remind you, our enemies are not fools. They know this terrain better than we do. They are masters of stealth. They could be watching us right now, waiting for us to drop our guard."

I paused, letting my words sink in. "By waiting till dawn, we risk an ambush. Even if we assign watchmen, they can use it against us. It's better to hit them when they least expect it."

I made my valid point known, but all of this was secondary to my plans anyway.