Going down into the tower provided a different sort of battlefield for the pack. Although it was a large watchtower, the stairway was still constricting to the amount of people who could fight side-by-side at once. Two of them could move alongside one another comfortably, perhaps three human-sized individuals. Though, it would be hard to justify not sending in Kaleeth in the very front of their advance. In tight quarters where she could not be surrounded, and the enemy had few options for escape, a behemoth like her could thrive. 

Following Fendros’ order, Kaleeth moved down into the stairway alongside him, with the others following behind. Ahnasha decided to allow Janius and Lorag to move in the middle, with herself at the rear. Unlike the others, she could actually meaningfully help without being at the front. The top floor, below the roof, was empty of resistance, though as they passed by, they would be able to see several tables with maps, scrolls, and some other objects. Once the tower was clear and the reinforcements defeated, they could potentially gain some useful information from it, as long as there was someone present who could read the Daedric language. 

While they had been able to surprise the archers, those below had, of course, heard the fighting above them. As they started to head down to the next floor, they finally encountered resistance on the stairs, and as it seemed, the Skaafin were putting their strongest warriors in the front. The three up front were in in heavy, Daedric armor, with shields and either swords or axes, while the two behind them used spears from over the shoulders of their front rank. 

Outside, on the ground, Sabine’s magical flare illuminated the area deeper into the pass. There was a hill blocking the line-of-sight to the advancing Daedric reinforcements, but Do’rhajul immediately recognized the meaning of Sabine’s signal. He and the rest of Sabine’s pack had stayed on the ground, given how restrictive the indoor fighting within the tower would be. Whether or not the other commanders recognized Sabine’s signal, he was the first to respond to it. 

“Enemy reinforcements! On our flank, up the path!” Do’rhajul shouted, moving into position to meet the enemy charge at the very front. Despite having no real authority over anyone else present, Do’rhajul was a hard man to ignore. He had been a general for Vile for many years, and a legionnaire for even longer before that. Everything from his tone to the confidence of his movements spoke to his experience as a veteran in battle, and made it easy to want to follow his lead.