Titus Scipio, paladin of the XIV Legion, grunted in assent as he regarded the map before him. "Agreed, but we have our orders. We keep up patrols until the marching order is given."<br/><br/>Twelve. Twelve attacks, dozens of casualties as their frequency and ferocity increased. Scipio sighed wearily. Things had gotten worse. Two tent groups had gone missing since the Legion's arrival in Talarum, and many more had been incapacitated due to injury. But Legate Valerius' decision was understandable. Zero intelligence on the new tunnel with conflicting and poorly-drawn maps spelled suicide and a march into the depths would have left Talarum potentially vulnerable. So for now, they would wait. They would wait and patrol until such a time as the city was deemed safe or the threat was deemed sufficiently urgent.<br/><br/>Hefting his buckler and gladius, Scipio jerked his head in the direction of the city proper. "For now, we keep up the vigil. Now move. We're up next on the board for shanty duty." He turned to regard the two other Legionnaires standing at the map board. "Cassius, you're on point with me. Aulus, you stick with Absalom in the rear."<br/><br/>Scipio didn't wait for a reply, setting off for the depths of the undercity.