11-09-2017, 12:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2017, 01:46 AM by DM Dougfan.)
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Jhod silently stands, still not looking particularly comfortable with something, but turns and bows to Nexendia. "I thank you for your concern, good lady. I am...alright. I was wondering, have you explored this...wild and vast untamed place at all thus far? I am certain there are locations that would be utterly fascinating for a servant of the Hunt such as myself."
Kesten turns as Valdi approaches and gives him a grateful nod, accepting the mug of soup that Svetlana, despite how much work it must have been, managed to cook up for a force of 14 people. A flash of this knowledge runs across his eyes as he settles into a pensive mood. "Well...less questions than concerns. For one thing, the state of our defensibility is...suspect, at best. The watchtowers appear to have been scavenged for parts along the way. Sightlines are excellent...to the point that a man standing in one of them, or on the battlements, will be mostly open to enemy archers. The status of the walls is threadbare and the door looks more like a barricade than an actual gate. I marvel at how you lot were able to defend against a force that Oleg claims outnumbered you by almost double!"
He thinks again for a few moments. "Another thing has crossed my mind. I have counted and recounted the current occupants of this fort. We number at 14, and I am uncertain how well we will be able to fit within these walls without bursting them at the seams."
]]Jhod silently stands, still not looking particularly comfortable with something, but turns and bows to Nexendia. "I thank you for your concern, good lady. I am...alright. I was wondering, have you explored this...wild and vast untamed place at all thus far? I am certain there are locations that would be utterly fascinating for a servant of the Hunt such as myself."
Kesten turns as Valdi approaches and gives him a grateful nod, accepting the mug of soup that Svetlana, despite how much work it must have been, managed to cook up for a force of 14 people. A flash of this knowledge runs across his eyes as he settles into a pensive mood. "Well...less questions than concerns. For one thing, the state of our defensibility is...suspect, at best. The watchtowers appear to have been scavenged for parts along the way. Sightlines are excellent...to the point that a man standing in one of them, or on the battlements, will be mostly open to enemy archers. The status of the walls is threadbare and the door looks more like a barricade than an actual gate. I marvel at how you lot were able to defend against a force that Oleg claims outnumbered you by almost double!"
He thinks again for a few moments. "Another thing has crossed my mind. I have counted and recounted the current occupants of this fort. We number at 14, and I am uncertain how well we will be able to fit within these walls without bursting them at the seams."
