HotDQ - Marpenoth 23, 1489 DR

"Go to the top of the wall, Flent" Rabal commands his crow.

"Corn!" it retorts saucily before launching off the tall man's shoulder in a whisper of dry, glossy feathers. Flying to the area atop the wall, it surveys the land beyond.

Rabal adjusts his spirit totem, providing the familiar with enhanced perception. His eyes seem to roll back in his head, showing only the whites below as he focuses through the bird's sight.

Um, that's not creepy at all. Actaeon shivers for a moment as soon as Rabals eyes roll back. He then pokes Rabal, Are you okay?

Kel watches the witch work, wondering where the witch won the winsome crow.

Rabal makes no response, seeming completely absent from his body or its senses for the moment.

Harold is going to see if he can get a better vantage point himself on the area around the sally port.

Actaeon chuckles to himself for a moment, Excuse me everyone, but I see this as the perfect opportunity to make light of the night. he pulls out a piece of clothing from his pack, and wraps it like a blindfold around Cruvis' head, and ties it. Something simple, but hopefully it bring us a good laugh if he thinks he's gone blind.

"MMffff! mmmMMM MMMM!!" the shaman shouts, his voice muffled, enveloped in the linen clothing that was tied around his head.

He stops quickly, moving with an alarmed haste and tries to tear the garment free and get a look at his immediate surroundings.

Actaeon starts laughing hysterically, Haha! Aw Gods this is hilarious! Just what I needed to keep me positive. he stops laughing, Oh, and it was absolutely Barts idea. he cracks a wide grin on his face.

The Dragonborn’s face does not crack a smile at Actaeon’s immature antics. "Focus, Sah..." he offers as advice. "...and the name’s Bartholomew."

Excuse me for trying to remind myself that creating fun memories is what's worth fighting for in the first place.m. he frowns Way to kill my good mood, BART

Humans, no wonder they are considered a lesser race. Bartholomew ignores Actaeon’s ‘good humor’ and addresses Rabal instead. "I apologize for my friend’s bad behavior, recruit. My name is Bartholomew. What is your name, Sah, and have you learned anything useful?"

Rabal nods once, a single dropping of the chin.

"More children of the dragon are coming to the doors. I saw eight approaching the gates right now. I can hold the doors, but they may climb the vines to get over..."

"Then they’ll meet my sword".

Kel looks around. "They are vulnerable at the door. If we can array our defenses here, with ranged support behind, those in front should only face one at a time. Their numbers will drop quickly and save us from being over whelmed."