Zalderic looked up as he heard a ship fly overhead. It was on it's way to the nearest starport, if you could call it that, by the looks of it. She would be where shortly, a couple minutes by vehicle, twenty by foot. He would not be ill prepared, he wasn't going down easily. An escape would be unlikely, this massive lake stood in his way to the north and east, she was to the south, and to the west. . . A wasteland, one he didn't want to cross. He would fight here, on the banks of Lake Natth.
Zalderic hurried back towards his camp, he needed to get back and be ready before night. He didn't know when she would attack, right away? Maybe wait a bit? But he needed to be prepared. He immediately put out the fire, he could easily survive in darkness. He closed his tent to give the false idea he might be inside. Then he hid behind a large rock a short distance away, maybe he could at least gain the element of surprise. He stared down the path towards the city, he couldn't see anything, night had fallen.
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