Chapter 181 - Fighting Bugs
Chris
"Provisions are packed, weapons are ready, spare armor and metal is in wagon 3, is there anything you're forgetting?" Abigail lectured while checking over the list in her hand.
In the two days spent preparing she had been focused on making sure we didn't forget anything. This would technically be our first campaign as a force of our faction and the supply cache to bring with us was rather large.
It was a lofty label to call 400 of us going off to fight Demons a campaign but it sounded better this way, if only for my own amusement. Deciding what to bring and what to leave behind fell to Abigail mostly as we didn't want to take anything vital to the city or its defense, which was why her clipboard was filled to bursting with lists detailing our inventory.
We were lucky this happened after the Farmers planted all the seeds we brought as that process had taken a lot of manpower and I wasn't sure how they would have managed with half the workforce gone.
Especially since those who chose to go were the stronger of the group who did most of the rock clearing and plowing.
"We are as ready as we can be, Abigail." I said, "There's no need to worry. I'll make sure everyone comes back."
She huffed and looked up from her papers somberly, "That's what I'm afraid of. I know the danger you would throw yourself into if Gabriel or Mom got in trouble."
It surprised me slightly that the two decided to join me. Gabriel made sense as he looked for ways to advance and this was perfect for that, but my mother didn't seem like the type to volunteer.
Abigail tried to convince both of them otherwise to no avail. I felt bad that we were all leaving but I had confidence in my ability to bring them back. I would channel my inner Jonathan if I had to.
As I did my final checks, everyone else could be seen doing the same. Those outfitted in new items from either Vinny, me, or the other Smiths were still adjusting and could be seen fiddling with the fit but they looked ready.
Remi was kitted out as well even if I wouldn't ride him into battle. It took some work to get it to fit right but a new layer of metal plating covered his glossy black coat. I didn't want to take any chances of my new friend taking an errant hit.