@Tamu The night would go by seemingly in an instant for Anderson but of course time is relative to oneself. As he slept the night group of the monks continued work. Adding onto defenses with iron wood, collecting materials for the manufacture of gunpowder, hunting and foraging for food, and may other necessary tasks. And of course there was the delegations sent to both the Divine Mandate (also known as the Divine Magistrate in some circumstances) and the Tibress Republic. Two signals were given from late in the night, both parties had continued during the night after a brief rest, evidently the armies had moved closer towards the middle of the neutral grounds. The party sent to the Tibress Legion reported that negotiations went well, the Legion would respect the sanctity of the monastery and not make any moves against it. The party sent from the Mandate would unfortunately reported the opposite, negotiations did not go well with the army from the east. An attack from them was likely and they would be moving soon sense the armies have spotted each other. As Anderson woke in the morning he would find a monk waiting outside his door patiently, upon being prompted the man would immediately divulge the information gathered from the night. The parties had returned in the night with the one sent to the Mandate camp bringing back several of their number wounded. They had explained that some of the monks that followed the army called their ways of worship untrue in the name of the Emperor. Naturally the party did not take kindly to this and some of them got into a fight. This escalated quickly and they were run out of the camp. The members of this group have quarantine themselves for hours of penance, meanwhile the Tibress group were fine and given the new circumstances have offered to go back out and ask for the help of the Republic in defending the Monastery if Anderson finds that prudent. Normal monastery procedure was suspended due to the coming battle, the morning hours of prayer however are still planned. Anderson could give his orders to the congregation from the altar. @Donairian The night would be full of bloodshed, burning, and a bit of looting on the part of the brigand. The Logging settlement was destroyed and its populous scattered or dead, this certainly was a blow to the Republic’s lumber supply in this region. But for the personal gain of the brigand he would unfortunately not find much within the town worth his attention when it came to loot. The town was not very wealthy in goods besides wood and most of that was burnt beyond use. The group slept outside the burnt town in a hidden camp as to not attract attention from anyone that may have ridden in an attempt to aid the town. All through the night the brigand would be bothered by something they had almost forgotten about. His mark, when they were fighting that priest along the road. He wasn’t able to finish his mark and this face ate into his mind almost to the point of not being able to sleep. Fortunately exhaustion won in the duel between itself and almost psychotic obsession with finishing finishing the mark. But as he woke the desire to finish carving it immediately reared itself with a vengeance. @BloodySoulStealer Inu would sleep soundly in the embrace of their friend as they laid out in the forest near the circuit tent. Nothing would dare disturb a wolf that size as even the simplest of creatures understood how dangerous it was. Thus providing Inu with a large soft bed that warms itself and keeps predators away. Leaving them to eventually be woken up by the ring of a bell in the early morning. Or well perhaps it wasn’t exactly a bell but it sounded similar. As it rang the people of the circus exited their small homes and tents and seemed to be going towards a location just outside the main tent. He could spot small plumes of white smoke coming from where the people were going. Evidently people were getting breakfast, if Inu didn’t want to forage for his own food and risk killing another lost circus animal he may want to get up and check this out. @Vulpas The fight against the orks would take all night, more and more of them would just keep appearing out of the ruble and ramshackle buildings within the town. Most of that time the Jester spent fighting the warboss. The hulking beast being exceedingly angry and sturdy as it tried to kill the agile and strange woman. Eventually though the Jester would grind down the beast. Inflicting small wounds that made its attacks slow just enough for the eventual strike they beheaded it. Earning quite the trophy and proof that she had killed the leader of the greenskins. It and any other kills she earned during the night would likely get her a pretty sum from the local bounty office. But now was the time of rest and licking of wounds. The bounty hunters that were also thee had collected their fair share of bounties and injuries. Not all of them had survived the night but most did, forming a small camp in the middle of the town as they collected ears and other proof of kills for the bounty office. By this point most were sleeping after being exhausted in the previous night. Exactly what the Jester was doing was at her discretion.