<b>Allassiel knew the orcs didn't care about Thorgan's words, but how was she going to explain them to him when he was so determined to get himself killed. “Listen to me,” she reached up to pull his head down. “You don't understand them. They don't think like humans, or elves. They are orcs. You go out there and they will not honor any promise made. I've seen what they do.” She could tell her words were having little effect – damn the stubbornness of men – and stood tall. “Fine, if you go out, then so will I.” She unstrapped the sword and handed it to him before grabbing one of the great axes from a dwarf who blustered at suddenly being deprived of his weapon. “Someone's going to have to keep the rest of them off of you.” <br/>
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She was already headed to the gate before he could even argue what she'd said. Passing a group of archers, she pointed towards the front line of orcs. “If they come towards us, shoot ..” she points to a spot on her neck and then one beneath her arm, “here. Their armor is weakest in those spots.” She might let Thorgan fight Rakothûrz alone, but she wasn't going to let him go out into a trap alone. She'd stand by his side – or fall – but she'd be there.</b>