Knowitall's soldiers stand at the ready. Its Archons sweep the airspace with Metter, peering into adjacent hexes. It was only your second day, but you knew that if your turn didn't come at dawn and didn't end at night, your side would meet another. So you wait. And wait. Then, when the sun is a third of the way through the sky, it happens.Knowitall's turn begins.
You juice renews, your bruises heal, your clothes renew. You feel more refreshed than having slept; as though freshly popped. The Uncroaked decay, but none are lost, and none as poorly thanks to Cicatrix's efforts. The smell of freshly popped bread and fruit wafts in from the farmhouse.
At least Knowitall still had a turn; so Lore was safe. This could mean that another city or even the Archons near Diagetic had been engaged, or that Knowitall would initiate the engagement. A third side could even have their turn after Knowitall, hypothetically, and engage a second time.
Orders from Manly arrive via natural thinkamancy: *Continue to Plot. Scouts popped. Arriving soon.*
Perpetually locked in a Mathamancy/Turnamancy link.