<b>Allassiel found her Pegawen staring glassy-eyed around the area and grabbed her shoulder before she could collapse. “You've done enough for one day,” she barked, pulling her cousin away from where the injured were being tended.</b><br/><br/>“<b>But there's more ...” Pegawen started. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Not for you, others can tend to them for now. You will rest.” Allassiel motioned to two soldiers, who broke away and strode to her side. “Ma'am?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Take my cousin somewhere safe, see that she rests.” With the command, she released Pegawen, watching as one of the men took her arm. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>It will be seen to,” he declared, saluting her before they started to leave with Pegawen who, despite her continued protests, was pulled away. <br/>
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Allassiel let out a frustrated sigh and went looking for the men, who she found standing atop the wall. They were surveying the landscape and, when Allassiel drew closer to the edge, she saw why. The orc army approached and, by her trained eye, she saw that there were at least 500, if not more. 10 trolls, these the full size – unlike what she'd encountered in the woods. And in the middle …</b><br/><br/><b>Rakothûrz. <br/>
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She turned white, clutching the side of the wall as she watched, her gaze glued to that one spot.</b><br/><br/><b>Despite being prepared, the sight of him still sent a stab of pain through her, coupled with fear. Once, it'd been a legion of wood elves at his command and he'd been honored. Now he was reviled by his own people, feared. <br/>
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She couldn't let it get to her – let him get to her. She had to be strong for what lay ahead. Straightening up, she turned towards Lotharn. “I've sent Pegawen to get some rest,” she stated. “She needs it and we will need her.” She motioned towards where they'd taken her before joining Thorgan at his side. “How long can we hold? Your men need rest, and so do you.”</b>