The day before the final siege finally came. The army had taken the first walls, moved in and were now ready to assault once again. It was unclear either they were celebrating their previous victory, tomorrow's attack or simply drinking to their death but one thing was certain...they were drinking. Half, if not all, of the army was totally drunk. The camp was a real mess, as if it had be any different before anyway. The place was stinking of alcohol as well as any and all other smells that are related to soldiers having festivities...much to this woman's distaste. 

Endolynn, daughter of no one of interest and who possessed no known last name, was barely trying to hold her own until the night came to an end. Gatherer of any and all things of profession, or thief, rogue, pickpocket, cutthroat and other such sobriquets, was enlisted in the army of her much beloved lord and soon to be conqueror a few years back. She had taken part in the previous attack with her own small, but courageous, contribution. It turned out Endolynn had talent for going places people were not supposed to go. Doors are no problems for her set of skills either, so she figured a gate was not such a big difference. Although she never reached it, way too dangerous with all the guards she met, she nonetheless successfully sabotaged at least two archers towers on the wall. She deemed her action more than worthy of [i]not[/i] being executed for selfishness and cowardice. Which was exactly what she told to her immediate superior who had given her for order to infiltrate the wall and open the gates, who on [i]his[/i] side was more than willing to see her head roll over. All that because she was the only one to come back. It was quite troublesome, but the woman managed to defend her cause by promising more success on the next attack. Now she was in real troubles since there was no way she could just desert, she would be found and suffered a worst fate than death, but there was also no way she could manage her mission alone. 

Lost in her thought the woman forgot to watch her every step and what was bound to happen actually happened. She ran straight into a man of much greater size than her and still managed to get him to drop his beer ''[i]As if it was hard to make such a drunk giant drop anything...[/i]''. The bulky man looked down on her with eyes that first spelled confusion, but quickly turned to unwelcome'd anger. 
''What's this, little girl?'' he said with a strong accent, which made things worst actually. No one could be mistaken, such an accent belonged to a group of particularly well known mercenary coming from some place north. They were, unfortunately, not known for their forgiveness. Rather, they were savage animals that lived for combat and cared for little else except plundering and...well, women. Of course Endolynn, today like every other day of her life, felt little need for forced loving intercourse and would much rather take her leave. 

''Well...'' She began ''It look like a spilled beer to me...but fear not! There are a LOT of other beers around, right...? Right?'' She said, realizing that such sarcasm and honesty might not be the best choice right now. 

''The little girl doesn't seem to realize that...I don't care 'bout no beers no more. You stupid whore, c'mere and have a tast' !'' The man said, as he actually threw a painfully slow punch at her with about as much grace as a grazing pig.

Endolynn crouched under the large fist, passed under his arm and stood back up on the other side of him, provoking the laughter of the man's drinking pals. 

''Please, I don't think it's such a good idea, you know?''

''Shut up, stupid bitch!'' He yelled as he threw yet another avoided punch, followed by an equally useless try at grabbing her. His friends soon began to mock the man about not being about to hold his own against a whore. Offended, Endolynn looked down at her old rugged leather vest. She was wearing leather boots going up to her knees as well as simple clothes underneath her armor. They were also a bit damaged and old, but still she did not see from where those men took the idea she was a prostitute?

''Fight, goddamnit, what's your damned problem?!''

''Unarmed fighting is really not my cup of tea--'' she said while dodging yet another clumsy attack ''--but if want, I'd be more than glad to cut your throat with a dagger!'' the woman said in an overly joyful voice, just as if she had been proposed with a delightful gift. This kind humorous threats were normally the only thing that got to such idiots, but those same idiots were way too drunk for even that. 

Tired of playing around, feeling tired and begging only to get some shut eye before tomorrow, Endolynn waited for the man to try another grab before she took out her dagger. She actually grabbed the arm, almost as large as her own torso, used the movement of the man to balance herself up on his back and using her dagger's handle to knock the man down with a quick stab behind the back. He fell down like a vanquished bear with the woman still on his back, looking more annoyed than triumphant. The other men burst out laughing when the snores of the vanquished mercenary were heard.

''Whew...what a night...'' she told herself walking away and sheathing her dagger. Endolynn was offered with multiple beers by the men who respected her victory, but she refused all of it in favor of heading to her own tent and get some good shut eye. On her way, she passed right in front of the general tent just in time to see yet another sort of brute get knocked over while he tried to enter. She had a smirk out of it, but decided not to get involved on purpose. The day of tomorrow was going to be hard enough as it is...