Daechir tightened his own armor, making sure it all fit correctly. He hadn't worn it in a long time, and wanted to know if he would have to buy new armor or not. A messenger had arrived just last week stating that the demon-kin were swiftly approaching. He had sent the messenger to the Nelion Fields to the west, to converse with the Wal'Drom, a tribe of wild elves that had helped Arahael in the past, but he hasn't received word back. Strapping his sword, Rirostor, to his belt, Daechir leaves his chambers. His wife, Faerveren, should already be in the study, one of the most secure rooms in the castle, with his two youngest sons. He had no idea where Dimaethor, his oldest, would be, as earlier, during an argument about whether or not he was old enough to fight, he had stormed off, probably to the castle's armory or even out of the castle to some other place. It was a troubling thought that he may not see Dimaethor again, after such an argument as the one they just had. He just hoped that after the battle, with whichever side winning, he would be able to find all of his family alive and well. Heading to the study, to check on his family, he finds Faerveren sitting in the large comfy chairs in the far end, holding Gurdir and Beldir in her arms, reading to them from a large book. Though she was attempting to be strong for the two boys, but he could tell that she was terrified under her stoic composure. Moving to her and the boys, he forces a smile before saying, "I hope that everything will be fine...I'll make sure all of you will be safe." Embracing his family, he leaves them, saying, "I've got to find Dimaethor before anything happens. If I find him, I'll send him to you." --------------------------------- Laewena ran up the stone steps, careful not the trip on the stair runner. She had to get to Merlindir, before it was too late. She knew he wanted to participate in the fighting, and she couldn't stand it if he got hurt or killed. Once she reached the servants' tower, where she and the other servants lived, she quickly made her way to Merlindir's quarters, which he shared with Maelon and Hiwoun, the gardeners. He was there, thank the gods. Running to him, she embraces him tightly, holding back tears. Merlindir was one of her best friends, someone she knew her whole life, which wasn't long. He held her for as long as she needed, before saying, "Lae, I have to help protect my people. I want my city to be safe, no matter what. I'm sorry." She nods, looking up into his eyes. "Be safe, please," she whispers. He responds positively before leaving her standing in his room. --------------------------------- An archer, standing upon the tops of the city walls with the other ones, is looking through a spyglass. On the horizon, towards the northeast, he sees a dark mass approaching. Panic filling his veins for a moment, he recollects himself before shouting, "They're coming! The demon-kin are coming!" His call travels among the other archers, and soon every man is checking his bow, waiting in anticipating silence for the enemy to come within shooting range.