Faira was disgruntledly tightening her armor back to its usual configuration, as she walked out of the main keeps courtyard to survey the city walls. She had decided to start with the north side, since it seemed to be under the heaviest attack. 

The guards here were found cleaning the cannons with practiced haste. There wasn't much to see beyond the walls, the fields in front were torn and muddy from days upon days of troops marching across it. She could see ruts where whatever seige engines the orcs employed had been dragged to the field. 

When the watch bell rang, Faira clutched the side of the wall and stared out for a moment, scanning the horizon before realizing that the attack was from a different point on the wall. 

[color=c4df9b]"Gods' blood!"[/color] She cursed, turning on the spot and running along the wall to get to the assaulted point. An order to move the city's only four cannons traveled along the wall towards the northern outpost, and by this time she could see the forces amassed below. She stopped one of the messengers and showed him her royal insignia. [color=c4df9b]"We don't need four cannons for a bunch of goblins. Bring one, and your crew with the best aim. Leave the others, each with a full crew. They might be feinting."[/color]

She reached the western outpost on the wall, and found Rudolph already there. 

[color=c4df9b]"I just came from the cannons, the crew shouldn't be far behind me,"[/color] she peeked out from behind a merlon. [color=c4df9b]"If the cannon can break that catapult, we may not even need to leave the wall."[/color]

[@Borosev]