You groom your non-existant moustache...you are above such a petty thing. Instead you stroke your impressive beard.
Finally you decide to approach their Siege Camp. It is indeed empty, but looking at it closer you reconsider stealing their supplies: next to a butchers tent you find several pens filled to the brim with half starved elves used as proviant. Wide-Eyed they stare at you, their spirits clearly broken.
You have never seen an elf before in your live, but you doubt that they usually look this pathetic. Indeed as you recall correctly the Elven Kingdoms to the West had fallen months ago, these poor bastards must have suffered through unspeakable things. Looking around your men find no things of use, the Demonspawn Armours and Weapons are far to heavy and large to use for you. That of their smaller twisted brethren, they use as chaff ,is worse equipment than your own.
As you are about ot open the Elven Kennels you hear the sound of Catapults being fired deeper in Blackmourn. You hear a massive groan and with a thundering sound a tower in the Imperial Citadel topples and buries a whole street below it. Seems like there are still defenders in the City...
20 Sworn Knights (Professional,Medium Equipment,Professional Training,Blooded, Horses)