Thedas, looked to the other soldiers, his arms were crossed. His sword strapped to his hip, scouts had said they had spotted small bands of demons camping. That they were meeting up getting there numbers together, frowning slightly as he went through the news in his head. That meant Lucien and the other demons were going to attack in a few days or so. He had been working double time, getting what rest he could then back to the barracks to improve the other knights stamina or fighting skills. His hand rested on the hilt, the crest of lauralyes family showing on the breast plate of his armor.