He checks the storage of supplies, the soldiers' quarters, and watering holes.
Occasionally, he asks the soldiers where to take the wheat, pretending to be a merchant who has just arrived.
Check the pantry, give the wheat to the soldier in charge of the pantry, and receive payment.
He hides the cart in the shadows nearby and hides himself.
The sun is setting and the streets are slightly less crowded.
The fort is patrolled by patrolling soldiers.
However, they seem to be less vigilant, perhaps because they are less relaxed.
The patrolmen pass by, chatting.
'The kingdom's army is huddled at the back gate of the fort.
'Well, I guess they won't come on a suicide mission to the fort. They arrived yesterday, so they're probably assembling stone throwers right now, right?'
'Then we'll start fighting tomorrow morning?
'I guess so. It's going to be bad on the gates and walls. We're supposed to be the messengers after the night patrol, so it's better yet.
Hmm, the army's already arrived. Now we just need to burn the food and deal with the gate.
Patrick sneaks into the pantry late at night.
Patrick sneaks into the pantry late at night. When he brought in the wheat, he found it unlocked.
He also saw that there were two officers in charge.
He wasn't sure if they were still there at night, but there was no one at the door.