Summer 965 MC
Gerald turned to Kraloch. The shaman had remained with the rear guard even as Chief Urgon pressed the attack against the gate, and now he stood waiting, an archer at his side.
"Now?" asked the Orc.
"Yes," replied Gerald.
Kraloch turned to the archer, but words were not needed. The hunter pulled back on the string, sending an arrow skyward, a thin red ribbon trailing it.
Gerald looked north to where the captured tower stood sentinel over the battle. Moments later, a similar arrow flew forth, this time with a blue ribbon.
"It is done," said Kraloch.
"Yes," agreed Gerald, "but the real question is whether or not it will work."
"You must have faith."
"I trust my life with these people," he replied. "Quite literally, in this case, but one still can"t help but worry."
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