Habb stood in a pool of gore, listening to the queen's explanation and trying to pick up clues about the Claws, the south, and about... [color=0072bc][i]The river? What is she talking about? Sorcery?[/i] [/color]

The adrenaline still kept him sober, though his sword-hand was starting to tremble. 

[color=0072bc][i]We cannot just berserk our way through[/i][/color], he though.[color=0072bc][i] This is a siege! [/i][/color]

But then, the young woman ceased talking and, as if some dark spell had fallen upon her, she rose. With her eyes burning with anger she reached for a table leg that lay at her feet.

[color=1a7b30]"Hey...?"[/color] he said.

Seeing that the young queen had apparently lost her wits and gone mad in a sudden outburst of rage, and that she was now charging savagely right at him with a club in her hand, Habb instinctively took the one-handed fighting stance, ready to meet his attacker with the sword, resolved not to take her life but to try and overpower her instead, if he may.

[color=0072bc][i]What if [b]she [/b]had killed all these men...?[/i][/color]

[color=1a7b30]"Don't do that!"[/color] Habb shouted as the queen dashed, hoping that she would halt before any blood was spilled.