"Depends." Roland answers simply at first, noticing that all the clubs assigned to each troll that had fallen were now, gone. Tidus works fast. "The golems themselves were made to protect the villages before the blight, so they follow a particular patrol route. Some are a bit smarter and are hiding out, so we have to seek them out when there's sunlight to spare. As for them..." He kicks lamely at the closest, the tip of his boot hitting the breadth of its back.

"Thankfully, they do nest. But the blighted animals are less reserved. They see any sign of life, and attack they go. Day or night."

Which is really just a nicer way of saying everyone had to go on constant rotation spread across all six, to make sure someone well-rested could lead the night brigade against the terrors of the dark. "...We can't let up. There are kids in the villages too." His gaze drops somewhat, remembering the central area where they congregate. "They're blighted so they need supervision as much as possible."