The banter of those within the holding were soon enough joined by the hisses and screeches of creatures on the other side. Ramando was surprised he didn't notice, right away. Focused on holding pieces as the Halfling performed her spell. He was watching as the edges of the materials locked, formed together. Enraptured by such feats beyond himself, he hadn't been exposed to such sorcery while in the cloister. 
	With Brannor'sir, the monk pushed his whole body against the gate, hoping the few of them could hold off against the many on the other side. If the other soldiers were wise, they would attempt to keep the gate from shattering once more, but Ramando's focus was now on the ruckus their enemies were causing. Allowing them to pass through wasn't an option. Survival of those within the Keep was his top priority.
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