"We heard the alarm, Goradh! What's happening!?"
"Is it Dire Locusts??"
"Is it the Osmeri???"

A handful of garrison Housemen in various stages of dress stand clustered at the top of the stairs. In their haste to get up to the wall they've become somewhat entangled with each other.

"Ew, what's [i]that?[/i]" asks a man sprawled sideways on the floor. "Smells like a sweaty camel."