((Started it when the siege first starts. I hope its okay ^^)) A clear, unwavering sound rang out through the city, followed by a hoarse shout. "Our spotter's seen them!" The spotter, a young Elven man almost reaching adulthood, stood upon the top of one of the watchtowers. He had a sharp eye, and a quick wit, but only the former actually helped that night, as it gave the small group of soldiers that had been amassed earlier that week time to prepare. The call traveled among the archers upon the wall, and soon reached the castle, and, subsequently, the Lord of Caelthyr. Telling his servants to remain in their quarters for the remainder of the siege, he stood in the great hall, his guardian the only person who stood with him. His guardian was a slight of a man, but was one of the quickest warriors in the city. Both held swords, Lord Aendir's the one his father's father's father used, his guardian's a thin, light rapier. His wife and children, two young boys, were in the study, his wife holding the twins close to her. Meanwhile, Torwena, the maid of the castle, bit her lip as she looked out the window of her bedroom, wringing her hands worriedly. She knew that the war had been terrible, but it hadn't touched Caelthyr, being so northward, in at least seventy-five years. Snow blanketed the land, as more poured down from the skies. Torwena was young, barely out of her teenage years, with dark, raven-colored hair. Her eyes were that of a cat's, a brilliant green. She wore a simple, soft lavender color dress, something her mother gave her when she became an adult. While she did have a strong-willed personality, she was terrified of what the spotter's had seen, the Wendingos. She could only pray that Caelthyr had the soldiers sufficient enough to fight off the attack.