They're called the floodplains for a reason, Irene reminded herself as she sank into mud the moment she stepped outside of the tent.
Fortunately, they had been fortifying the sleeping tents with boards, canvas bags, firmly packed dirt—basically whatever they could possibly get their hands on in a place where deliveries were few and far between.
Actually, if Irene recalled correctly, they had even disassembled a wagon that came with a delivery in the name of blocking the flooding water from reaching the sleeping areas. Of course, Commander Lothian made sure to handsomely compensate the man who drove the wagon there in the first place.
Since there hadn't been a massive wave of monsters recently, they used the time as wisely as possible.
It was late morning, her usual waking time since she, Leif, and Felix were all tasked with the first half of guarding either on the wall or in the field.
