Re: Oakwood's Ordeal
Herkimer dismounts from his horse, finally and motions for the others to do the same.
"Quill, with me where I can keep an eye on you. Wertle, with Jaeleen. We will move in pairs, not too close, we don't need to all suddenly succumb to a concentrated attack."
Herkimer steals a glance at Jaeleen. They were about to enter the keep proper, any semblance of defense against arrows they had in the relative shelter of the shadow of the door would dissipate. Also swords and other threat to their skin. He reached out and took her hand. He squeezed it gently.
"Remember all that you've learned, be creative where you can. We'll survive this. We are exceptional, there is no other fate in store for us."