24 hours

Vincent had never fought darkspawn on this scale before, sure he'd fought some, but usually on patrols into the deep roads or the occasional place where they found their way to the surface like in the caves up on Storm Coast. The blight hadn't really seemed all that real until now, since he'd been tasked mainly with recruiting which kept him out of the skirmishes they'd fought before this big fight.

Vincent was relieved to see Rosalie, though also concerned for her safety, which felt quite conflicting.

We got cut off from the main force had to fight our way through a marsh to get to the healer tents. He wouldn't say the fighting was going well, but he wouldn't say it was going badly yet either. Him and the others getting cut off had been a bit of a fluke. He was still nursing injuries but as he felt they were relatively shallow wounds, he just hadn't thought to say anything, between that and the adrenaline that was currently keeping him standing.