01-05-2022, 09:43 PM
"I don't know either, Renata," Tiras said, setting his chin in his palm. "Leaving the gate open, lounging about outside? Given the seriousness of the chief warden, I'm not certain why or even if he would let the garrison act like idiots, but then, I only knew in for a maximum of five minutes." He shrugged. His shoulders made soft clicks as they settled back in place. "I can guess a couple of reasons, though. And I like none of them." He turned to the groups of his fighters around them. Little torches and lamps had been lit, and some illumination was restored to the gloom. He saw some of the fighters with bows and arrows. "You there! Archers!" The group jolted up, turning to the sound of his voice. "Get up on the walls! Keep a lookout on the road! Report any traffic you see!"
As the archers saluted and hurried to obey, he turned to another group of his men with swords, maces, and some armor on them. "And you!" Their turn to jolt to alertness and face him. "All of you, shut the gates until we're ready to leave, then join the archers on the walls! If you find any cauldrons of boiling water or sand, keep them prepared for use! Move!"
He turned towards the inward section of the prison and saw a recently freed prisoner, a woman, with the build of a commoner or a scholar, and clearly wearing only a just-long-enough-to-be-decent shirt. "You!" She startled with fright. Tiras somewhat understood, he probably sounded like one of her jailers. "Bring everyone who was a prisoner here." He gave her a once-over. "As soon as you find something for your legs and feet." She nodded and ran off.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the gloom, led by a rather intimidated one of his men. "Lennox. It's good to see you're still among the living."
As the archers saluted and hurried to obey, he turned to another group of his men with swords, maces, and some armor on them. "And you!" Their turn to jolt to alertness and face him. "All of you, shut the gates until we're ready to leave, then join the archers on the walls! If you find any cauldrons of boiling water or sand, keep them prepared for use! Move!"
He turned towards the inward section of the prison and saw a recently freed prisoner, a woman, with the build of a commoner or a scholar, and clearly wearing only a just-long-enough-to-be-decent shirt. "You!" She startled with fright. Tiras somewhat understood, he probably sounded like one of her jailers. "Bring everyone who was a prisoner here." He gave her a once-over. "As soon as you find something for your legs and feet." She nodded and ran off.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the gloom, led by a rather intimidated one of his men. "Lennox. It's good to see you're still among the living."