Fiona wasn't waiting for long outside the wall, but during that time she watched the expression of the men on the Ramparts, they were nervous, not surprising they're going to be fighting a demonic army, they had every right to be nervous. But perhaps her presence could help see these men through to the morning. Soon she heard commotion inside and a Gruff bestial voice calling to let her in. Fiona knew the accent's of orcs quite well spending 6 years with her grandmother refining her healing arts.<br/><br/>The door opened ajar, just enough for her to slip into, the moment she was through the gust of air knocked off her hat, which she scrambled to her knee's to save before it blew away. "Cracker's so much for my dramatic entrance" She got back to her knee's to see an orc warrior standing over her, "Umm I don't suppose you didn't see that happen?" She extended her hand to the orc in a manner that he hopefully recognized  as a Orcish gesture. "I'm Fiona St.Claire, Granddaughter and apprentice to Joan St.Claire" She smiled meekly, she hasn't seen the orcs in a long time, and last she heard the Heart of sin was all but destroyed, she hasn't even heard from her grandmother in that time.