Spring 1095 SR
Ludwig took a sip of ale and stared across at Linden Herzog. The mage was carefully sipping some wine, but suddenly he put down his goblet.
“I have an idea,” he announced.
“About what?” said Ludwig.
“How we might gain entrance to the keep.”
“I believe you might be a little late in that regard. The baron has already decided to starve the place out.”
Herzog chuckled. “We can’t, don’t you see? The baron has few enough troops as it is. There’s no way he could completely encircle the place.”
“Yet that’s what he intends to do.”
“I have another idea,” said the mage, “and I think it would work too.”
“You must tell me more,” pressed Ludwig. “Is it something to do with your magic?”
“It is, in fact. Of course, I’d need to get close to the wall, and that would require a fronta
