Geremiah had first been a little scared of all the strange folks drifting in. It was obvious he didn't fit in, here more than anywhere else (and that was saying something.) But this talk of fighting was getting his blood up. He'd had precious little experience of it in the army, but slaying bandits was a service to the every-man. An honourable job!

[color=gold]"I propose a good charge up the middle, with any fortified archers being taken down by our own or nullified by shields and armour. They could well have some sort of gate, but it seems like we have our own battering ram!"[/color] he nodded towards the almost scary Dwarf with flaming hands. [color=gold]"Failing that he could just climb over the walls and give them a good fright! I'd expect them to surrender once that happens, their main advantage will have been lost and the fight knocked out of them."[/color]

Geremiah already felt hostile glances thrown towards him, knowing he had hardly answered the question they were in quandary about. But there was no right answer to that one, it was up to the Captain to decide