Tortetarte comes to his senses and gets off the ground, brushes off his knees, and dabs at his tender skull. [color=1a7b30]‘That’s going to smart later’[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Well Marcon, it looks like we must be the ones who knock”[/color]

Tortetarte walks to the gate house door, and slams his shield aggressively against the door.
He then goes into a guarding stance... just in case