Acrius almost choked on his drink as he spotted the tell-tale look from Balthazar. [color=#FF9900][i]Ugh...[/i][/color] When Balthazar had that look and tone there was no arguing, Acrius learned that the hard way. Some other soldiers have asked how he can differentiate Balthazar's samey neutral expressions and he just shrugged. The orange-eyed boy lightly coughed into his dirtied sleeve. [color=#FF9900][b]"Of course,"[/b][/color] He continued, [color=#FF9900][b]"Technically Cleric Drana is still part of my responsibility, right?"[/b][/color] He handed his cup to one of the maids before gesturing towards Drana.

[color=#FF9900][b]"Well... Cleric Drana, shall we?"[/b][/color]

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Both arrived at the east wall. They were allowed up the battlements after Acrius flashed his sigil at the guards on the staircase. The air of the battlefield felt as if it would draw to a close soon. From a quick glance there was no real way for him to physically go down and help Manald and Faira- short of breaking a few bones. As such he simply 'borrowed' another set of bow and quiver and began drawing. He would try and support Manald and Faira by taking out goblins aiming for their blindspots or simply just thinning the horde.

[color=#FF9900][b]"Got any ideas, Cleric Drana?"[/b][/color] Acrius asked in between shots, gauging to see if she had any clever ideas to help support both of them on the ground, [color=#FF9900][b]"I have no idea for the spells Clerics do."[/b][/color]