Jay was checking out the adventurers in the other nearby fields.
In the other field was Stephen. While he had a limp, it seemed that he maintained some leadership ability within himself - and now without being a dick about it either.
The limp seemed to benefit him more than it hurt him; it made him wake up and realise he needed people - despite having turrets to defend himself.
His formation was a little different to Jay’s.
Three rock turrets slowly turned left and right, as if scanning for threats. They were evenly spaced in a line facing the forest.
Stephen’s team consisted of eight melee users with one ranger. He simply had the turrets interlaced between a wall of melee troops, while the ranger stood behind them with himself.
He casually glanced back across to Jay’s field, but had no expression on his face while doing so - it was like he was studying Jay.