The travel itself remained a tedious one for the young dwarf, a ride on horseback not familiar to him and rather frustrating given his stature and the might of his steed. He had taken the time at the stables to find a smaller mare, yet with the strength and endurance to bear Abet and his weighted baggage for a great length of time. The riding was tough, but after a short time he became used to the gait of the large creature, though still wasn't keen on mounting the damn beast.

Each night, Abet recalled the old songs and poems of his home, to which he would gleefully sing for the merriment of his companions, after of course he had drank a bit of ale - he wasn't one to carry water in the large skin pouch in his pack when he'd rather be having a good time! The tales of his homeland tugged slightly at his heart, which would in turn fuel the passion in his retelling, often emphasizing with a bit of exaggeration to make his ancestors all the mightier.

The party's arrival to their destination signaled the call for tactics, as it became increasingly apparent that their adversaries were well armed and on their guard. Despite their numbers against the immediate defenders, who knew of the size of the group that lied in wait behind those walls? The man named Nicholas spoke to ponder everyone's skills, to which the dwarf only chuckled. The party was relatively well-rounded, and having spent enough time with them these past few nights, their basic combat prowess had become apparent - the three men were fighters, through and through, and if any magic lay dormant in them, they were rather good at hiding it. The Fey carried with him a bow and a glaive of some kind, so he would best aid them from afar. The wood elf had shown signs of magic, as well as the wielding of the great blade across her back, to which she must have some knowledge - this made her a valuable asset. The dragonkin, however, was peculiar, in that she had shown very little sign of combat training or magical knowledge. And of course, who couldn't notice the mighty hammer Abet himself held?

"It seems blade and bow would be our greatest allies, eh? What say you, Fey elf, would ya mind pickin' at the gunners down there while we brutes in armor get up close?" Abet smiled at Thirodaen, though his mouth was mostly covered by the whiskers upon his lip.

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