"So the keep is something of an unknown. Got it." Gallus answered. "And if the gas is an unknown as well, then the werevultures that go in first are going to be in a lot more danger. If they can't fly out as quickly as they arrived they'll be in the middle of the enemy before we can rescue them."

Gallus took a deep breath through his nose and let it out with a bit of stress. "Perhaps there is another way. We will keep it in mind as we go." Gallus rubbed an eye, "Back to the assault. I'm a little uneasy about running people through the gate without support. There may still be boiling oil and water coming down and as soon as they're in the courtyard they'll be under fire from all directions. If that gate is sabotaged, it's going to become a focal point, and I'm thinking it would be wise to divert some forced to attack from other directions." Gallus gestured with a flat hand to the other side of the stronghold. "Ladders around the back, maybe?"

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Fendros' voice became solemn as well. "I see. I'm sorry for your loss. It's hard to even imagine one of my parents dying."

It was at that moment that Fendros became a bit conflicted on whether he should be giving sympathy to a possible former slave-owner. Then again, its not as if he could tell, and the fact that Argonians and possibly Khajiit slaves were responsible for her father's death was telling. Fendros decided to keep that in mind for later.

"So, how did you end up in Cyrodiil?" Fendros asked.