Draiss nodded, and then looked at the Duke with concern, before shaking his head. "You need sleep. The potions can be a decent substitute for short term things, but if you fall apart and collapse, the situation will be much worse than if you pass out for eight hours. You have people that you trust, and can delegate to, right? Use them. Else a certain woman is going to be informed about you trying to do everything without sleep, and I doubt she is going to be nearly as amused at the thought as you think she will be."<br/><br/>He sat down, and gave the Duke a level stare. "I am only bullying you because I care, and because I don't want to hear the wailing, carrying on, and gnashing of teeth if you try to go into battle after being awake for a week. If you pull this defense off, I am willing to bet you could do almost anything in the aftermath, and get away with it. And the nobles that protest would be firmly shut up by the populous before they could finish their protest."<br/><br/>He pulled out a potion from his sleeve, and set it on the desk. "If you really feel the need to skip as much sleep as possible, drink this. It is sort of a potion of sustenance, which means you wake up in four hours completely refreshed and don't have to eat for eight hours."<br/><br/>He recounted the fight against the lich, including the pool of magic that had nearly 'killed' him, though he added that most of the pool had been absorbed into the ground. That done, he asked if the Duke had gotten the sending about the Red Hand tactics, and once he was done elaborating on that, he left the Duke to his work, and nodded to the head priestess as he left. Apparently they were spending a few minutes together in the evening, though he doubted that anyone would protest the few stolen moments, considering that she looked to be as exhausted as he did. He handed her another of his potions, which would do the same thing as the one he had given the Duke, before heading off to find the mages. They would have need of his expertise.<br/><br/>Once he finished helping finish up any last minute spell research and scouting they were tasked with, he discussed placement of the few mages that the town had, and realized that were he was placed would likely determine the course of the whole battle. Finished with that, he returned to the inn, and passed out for two hours, before heading out to begin applying glyphs and traps from his collection of scrolls, clearly sparing no expense in the defense of the city. The placement of the traps along the walls was almost at random, to keep someone from guessing where they were, though being attacked by archers would likely dampen their determination to try instead of charging over them.