His eyes lit up as he looked to the west, the only spot unguarded by the enemy, and then back to his fortress' walls.
"s**t. I don't know what we're going to do."
He paced back and forth until finally coming to rest in front of his tent, sitting on the ground in front of it and propping one knee up to rest his elbows on.
"The only places unharmed by the weathering effects would be the tunnels underground that span a good portion of the crater surrounding the base and that all connect to the armory. But really...it's all now a question of whether or not this land is worth defending. When I was new to Gaia, this was a place for me to stay...I was homeless, questing after leaving the only familiar place I once called 'home' from beyond this land. I was running. It's been only a bit over a year and one month since I left 'home' to go out in the world on my own. A lot's happened to me then. Do I really need this place?"
It was if towards the end of his 'monologue', he had been thinking aloud to himself.