Fortunately some soldiers don't shirk their duty that far. Clad in heavy armor the young man bore iron sword and heavy shield at the ready looking over to the doors. He bore no helmet upon him so one could see the fiery red hair cut short. He looked to have seen few winters and barely beyond the twenties in his age. Mother would have stopped this by now if she was still with them. The Raven of Bruthis is what they called her and now all that was left of her was a monument and a soon to be desecrated grave he was sure of that. Maybe that was a child's impossible hopes but he at least believed it. None the less this was no time for what if's. They had to somehow get the king and his family out of the castle and to safety before it was all overrun.<br/><br/>Looking to Roland and to the King he would silently count the men he had managed to bring with him and how many still remained. It was not many and some were faces he hardly recognized amongst it all.<strong>"My king. We cannot just sit here and wait for death, somehow we have to escape the castle."</strong>He said trying to implore them out of their catatonic state. Difficult as it was to think about in all of this they just couldn't afford this time to grieve. There would be time for it afterwards."[/B] The youths brown eyes went right back to the doors when that was said. Probably blasphemy to speak to them like this but there wasn't a choice.