The Captain eyed the foreigner with measured respect, but equal dismay. It seemed that he was not the only one who felt the barbarians' sheer carelessness was not quite right of the situation. He had fought with them in minor skirmishes, from time to time, in the dephs of the forest. They weren't the smartest of battlefield tacticians, but he'd never seen them throw their lives away needlessly. The two previous assaults on Castle Rivergate, the Captain had rightly put down to their inexperience when it came to dealing with large stone defensive structures. There could be no way that they were prepared to simply clamber up the walls, whilst under the devastating volleys of the defenders - trying that had cost them dearly last time.
Something moved in the corner of his eye - something that sent a tingle up his spine. He shoved the foreigner to the side, and cast a look across the court yard to the eastern wall. There a thin line of men, perhaps a dozen or so, stood as look outs. Trinton's eyes found what they had seen, and he focused on one guard in particular. He was a tall man; his face obscured by a rusted full helm, and the chainmail around his biceps looked set to burst at the stitches. There was a small blade in his hand, and before the Captain could yell, he had plunged it into the neck of an unsuspecting sentry.
"Enemy on the eastern walls!" Trinton bellowed, drawing his longsword and starting at a hurried jog. He turned briefly, pointed at the foreigner and a rather sheepish looking woman next to him (Ahem, Muiri). She was a strange one, didn't seem to have much in the arms, but she hefted a glorious looking polearm. Against one barbarian, he was confident just the three of them could cope. "You two, with me. The rest of you, stay here - Sergeant, see to the defence if you will."
"Aye, Captain," replied Sergeant Jarrid.
With that, Trinton made off towards the North Eastern Tower, which would convey him to the eastern wall. He chanced a glance over at the barbarian, and winced at the sight of three more fallen sentries. The others had backed off, giving the spy a wide birth. Activity and commotion from the keep's parapets told Trinton that Lord Polvark was aware, and hopefully, would be responding in kind.
