The Prince had taken to pacing behind the lines with General Weller. Once he tried to get him to let him go back up on the wall, but the General gave him a firm NO. The sun was two or three hours from setting, and General Rotharr was called down from the wall for a meeting.
The three men sat in the back with their small rations for dinner while the other soldiers tentatively ate in shifts while the danger of Galbadians coming over the wall wasn't imminent.
"Let us review," the Prince began. "The Galbadians have been firing on us half hearted for near an hour now. It is clear they have some plan to breach the wall, and are working on the means as we speak."
"A battering ram, possibly ladders of some sort as well. It is difficult to tell completely." Conrad offered. They were at least smart enough to try and mask what exactly they were doing with the smoke. "The question is, will they camp for the night on our doorstep, or just continue to attack? There are several hours of daylight left. They may try to take us before nightfall." It seemed unlikely to Conrad that they would wait, since they had gone through all the trouble to run up and start attacking right away anyway.
"A night battle is not to anyone's advantage I should think," the Prince replied with his assumption. He really didn't know, though. "General, how are your men on the wall holding up? I cannot imagine they can stand there all night." The men below could not simply stand around all night waiting, either.