Siterion was bustling with anticipation of the upcoming assault.
The scouts had returned yesterday, bringing the grim news of a huge army of Paladins approaching the city.
The guards and militia were prepared.
They knew what was approaching them.
Last night their enigmatic new leader, Arin Drez, gave the city a great speech.
He shared with them a beautiful line, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst!"
And it hit them hard.
The city had lost all hope of survival and accepted being burnt at the stake.
But now, they were burning with renewed passion, bustling with newfound vigor.
Even if they fell, they would rather die by blade like a warrior instead of being herded like cattle and burnt alive like livestock.
They all drank to their heart's content that night; Aedric Dovanseer sponsored the uninterrupted flow of booze.
Arin stood by the castle wall as Ragna quietly walked behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
