The two soldiers hadn't slept all night.
When Colin got up and saw them the next day, they both looked terrible.
By the time the group had washed up and their wounds were fully healed, the other men in charge of the watchtower finally straggled in.
After the two soldiers finished giving their report, the watchtower commander, clad in Scale Armor, walked over to the table.
He sized up the group, his eyes finally landing on Colin. "You're field agents?"
"Yes."
"I'll report your actions exactly as they occurred. And of course, I thank you for everything you've done."
"Do you buy used equipment here?" Colin asked. "The stuff from the Jackal Wolfmen."
"We don't have the funds for that," the commander said frankly. "But we'll try to refurbish whatever you leave behind. If it's up to standard, we'll put it to use. These Jackal Wolfmen don't make anything. Besides the Beast Hides, everything else they carry once belonged to humans."
