Stifling a yawn, you take a seat on the ground with your spear across your lap and stare off at the ceiling. You find yourself wondering how long you've been in the cave. Has it been a few hours? A day? A week? So much has happened, it's getting hard to remember the life you had before entering the cave.
You're so lost in thought that you don't notice the initial attack. When you come to, the men have already abandoned your posting and gone to help with the main fight off to your left. Shamefully, you stand and look over to the action.
The fighting looks to be pretty fierce, but at the same time you wonder if more might try to come through this gate as well. Should not someone stay and keep any eye on things?