Wells 2
A Tale From Tortall
"So now we must decide whether we should initiate Numair now or save his powers for…" the Queen broke off as a sergeant burst through the door.
"My Lady, they have broken through the first gate!" His uniform was spattered with mud and blood.
With a grim nod around the table she stood, "Very well, prepare yourselves, Daine we'll need your precise shot up on the third gate along with the riders," a young girl of 19 stood, her smoky brown curls falling past her shoulders, gripping her longbow in hand she stole one last glance at a lanky man sitting near the Queen. "George, tell me you have one last trick up your sleeve,"
A man of his early forties gave a weak smile before his strong voice carried across the room, "My dear Thayet, I always have one more trick, you haven't to worry."
"Good," brushing away a strand of raven hair from her once gorgeous face, she turned to the lanky man on her right, "Numair, I'm sorry but we need all the help we can get."
"Think nothing of it," his kind face was tinged with gray from exhaustion.
"At last, I can finally release some of the animosity I have felt towards these retched Scanren's "this time the speaker was a knight, shield in hand, pushing flaming red hair out of bright purple eyes.
"Ah, yes Alanna, you and Numair will be on the second gate," with one last look at the serious faces around her she heaved a great sigh, "I must admit that I'm a bit dubious about the outcome of this strenuous siege." Rising after her majesties concise orders the group left one by one for their positions along the wall.