20th Malachite
Argonnek was on watch at the main gates, listening to the crackle of the torches mounted on either side and the sounds of the animals prowling out in the shadows. The sound of metal clanking against metal shook the Dwarf out of her thoughts and onto full alert.
The Marksdwarf already had a bolt loaded and her dagger loose in its sheath when a Dwarf entered the ring of light thrown by the torches. Even with the stranger's helmet closed Argonnek knew this was someone new. No Warrior in Flamebanner had a full set of steel armor.
Remaining wary in case this was a traitor Dwarf, one of those raised by the Goblins from the time they were taken to be as bloodthirsty as their green skinned masters.
"What settlement is this?" The stranger asked, removing his sword and tossing it at Argonnek's feet. "Flamebanner." She replied, lowering her crossbow and sliding the sword around behind her, out of reach of the Dwarf.
"Luck must have been with us today." He replied. "We've been fleeing from Uktang's forces and those of his allies for weeks."
"We?" Argonnek asked, only now noticing the trio that stood at the very edge of the light. Another soldier, armed with a blood soaked spear watched over a peasant and a Dwarf dressed in the rough clothing of a farmer. Now that she was noticing such things Argonnek could see that all 4 arrivals sported wounds and their clothes and armor retained traces of blood.
"You should have Mothwing check out those injuries." She replied at last. "Then I believe Firetower will want to hear what you can tell us about Uktang and his allies."
"Thank you." The Swordsdwarf replied, the relief obvious in his voice as Argonnek ushered them through the gates...
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Yes, we're back again. And this time with 4 new arrivals