That went surprisingly well, to be honest. I mean, I don’t doubt the combative prowess of my companions, but that more or less went off without a hitch, which seems uncharacteristically lucky knowing us.
I mean, we could return to Gallo’s Fend only to find it burnt to the ground by a similar but more cocksure assault from the enemies, but perhaps optimism is the better position at this point.
Either way, that seems to be the enemies best siege weaponry out of commission, which might increase the chances of us surviving the extended siege on two fronts that this might become. I worry what this constant threat of death and bloodshed is doing to me, but there is only one way to proceed: forward. And that is the way that I will keep going in.
So long as I don’t look down and see how deep the blood I’m wading through runs.