Re: The Eastern Wall
Vincent clenched his jaw as he saw riders vanish, sensing their translocation. "Feh... a pity your grandfather isn't here. We could use a mare for a distraction." He manages to give her a brief smile. "Give them Hel, I'll assist in repelling the ones who advanced." His experiences with his family have made him more suited to direct confrontations than artillery anyway.
He grips his staff and flies off the wall, letting out a whistle that was taught to him most of his lifetime ago. There are intruders to be hunted.
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