<span style="color: Navy">"DON'T EVER INTARUPT ME SPEECHES!"</span>A large storm hammer went soaring through the air and hit Jim square in the chest knocking him out cold instantly.<span style="color: Navy"> "Damned, pig-headed human, always tryin' ta butt in on a man's speech. You soldiers know where to go, now get!"</span>The group of soldiers nodded and quickly headed off to their various areas of the town and the Dwarf pointed at Britomart.<span style="color: Navy">"You there! Took yer damn time gettin' here didintcha? Our situation? OUR SITUATION? Try lookin' around ye' ninny! We got Vyrkul all around us, our men are getting slaughtered in the front, Drake-mounted attacks from behind, and more of them assholes up on the ridge across the water. THAT is our situation, now what are ye' gonna do about it 'Field Marshal'?" </span>The Dwarf had started to turn back to yell at the next set of recruits but stopped and looked back at Britomart, his eyes narrowing behind his helmet.<span style="color: Navy"> "Yer' that Lord'ron girl"</span>He looked past her at Jim as he slowly started to pull himself to his feet, then back to Britomart.<span style="color: Navy">"Hate ta' break in to ya missy, but from our scout reports there ain't no Undead for you to beat up, just livin', breathin', soldier impaling, ass holes. NOW GET OUT OF ME SIGHT BEFORE I STICK MY BOOT UP YER ASS! I have more rookies ta yell at!"</span>Jim carefully picked up their stuff again and headed for the inn. "I'll uh, get us a room... and make sure I'm not about to die. There's some soldiers over by that gate, they might be a little less... angry."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>