Before it was time to leave for the battle, Sevine had erected a tent she had brought with her finally, as she was too lazy to do so before. She extended an offer to Roze to share the tent with her, as there was plenty of room for two women. However, she left it up to the thief to decide.

    A young man approached them, and asked if they had any mail to send out. Sevine shook her head solemnly, she hadn't brought a quill, ink or any paper with her. Perhaps she could borrow some from someone in the camp if she came across it. She hadn't heard from Liliana in a few weeks, but that did not trouble her, she understood that her younger sister had a new life after marrying, and that entailed new homely tasks as well.

        Finally, when the time came to leave, Sevine had outfitted herself with her bow and quiver on her back, with her shield covering the two. At her hip hung her war axe, and she donned her full set of armor, from her leather jerkin, to her bracers and boots, as well as her helm. 

"Try not to get killed out there, I'd hate to lose anyone on the first night of battle." Sevine said to Roze, and with that she offered her a sympathetic smile before departing.

      She joined the others that would push the ram, unfortunately, their group was headed by Dumhuvud. Now, not only did they have to push the ram through the valley, but they had to carry the extra weight of the ladders too. It didn't help the fact that Dumhuvud's voice filled her ears with constant, berating words. With five other people pushing the ram through the valley, Sevine drove her shoulder into pushing the ram, with her boots digging into the ground beneath her. 
  
       The light was minimal despite the orange  glow coming from the eastern horizon, beckoning the call of the sun, though still hours away. As the group came to a creek bed, Dumhuvud insisted they pick up the pace even though they had to cross the water. 
 
       With both feet in the creek , Sevine's leather boots filled with chilly water, which made for an unpleasant feeling at best. Dumhuvud began to call for some of the mercenaries ahead of them to come back and help out. Some came, while the others remained up front.

         Suddenly, out of nowhere, arrows, rocks, and spells of every kind were launched at the group as they cleared the creek. One man on the ram was struck with a flaming arrow, despite falling the flowing water of the creek, the flames could not be extinguished.  Sevine kept her head low so as not to be an easy target, she could hear the whistling of arrows overhead, singing past her before finding their mark on some unfortunate mercenary. 
 
           Knowing that if they stopped moving they could become sitting targets, Sevine continued pushing the ram, putting all her weight behind it. Sweat stung her eyes as it rolled down her forehead from the strain. In the distance, over the redoubt, a bright light briefly illuminated the skyline. It looked to be some sort of signal, an omen that the forsworn now knew of their arrival. She gritted her teeth, and kept an eye out for any enemies, they needed to get the ram to the redoubt quickly if they wanted to bust down their walls.