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The hill was not too hard to climb, but that was only because it was just Lucian and Bok. From one side of the Fortress was a steep incline that would be impossible for someone to climb up. The other, a river cutting through the place to make assault from that direction impossible. This left two joined sides exposed to potential assault, which Lucian reasoned was much less than the attackers would have wanted.
Looking at the walls of the fortress Lucian noticed the numerous scorch marks from what must have been from balls of fire. Embedded into the stone was numerous sticks, javelins made from simple wood, somehow piercing the wooden furnishing that protected the people inside.
Lucian wondered just what kind of force could have imbedded those sticks of wood so deeply into stone.
“Halt!” Declared someone from the ramparts above Lucian’s head, “By the love of Ulric’s beards you stay where you are!”
Lucian halted, Bok following what Lucian did.
“Who are you!? What is your business in Warlick!” Declared the man as he showed his weapon, “And why do you have one of the Lizardmen with you?”
Lucian noticed that the man recognized Bok, but spoke, “I am Lucian of Bretonnia! I have come to these lands to search for the temples of the Lizardmen, but the great monster at the sea destroyed our vessel. We seek shelter for the night.”
Lucian noticed upon hearing his words the man disappeared. Whatever happened was away from his eyes, but when the man appeared again the words were spoken, “If we allow you entrance, do you swear to defend this hold when they return? Your beast will be of great assist, and if I heard you were the one who slayed the Jabberslythe!”
>Swear to their defence
>As long as you give me armor
>No, we cannot get into another battle
