After dinner the Queen consulted with her trusted council on the recent events. Her trusted council was small, and contained only Lord Montague, Lord Dullard, MadMonkey24, and Mogror Harbett. So much had happened recently, and she wanted their opinions on how best to proceed.
"Well right now all we know is what we saw, a bunch of smoke, and flaming demons burning everything down," said Lord Dullard.
"Do you think they struck another chasm within the adamantine?" asked MadMonkey.
"Bah! They wouldnt have survived that!" quipped Lord Montague.
"Agreed. I dont think it was demons from another pit. The ancients didnt cluster their demon prisons so close together," said Urist. Mogror nodded in agreement, having personal knowledge that this was true.
"The bridges are burned, their military is trapped...while they are divided we MUST attack! Why are we even talking about this?" asked Lord Montague, growing impatient.
"Well we cant open ourselves up to the demons! We cant reopen the gates to the fortress until we know for sure that its safe in there!" shouted Lord Dullard. "We dont have the manpower to risk!"
There was silence as they pondered this last part. It was correct, their numbers were few.
At last Urist spoke. "It is dangerous to risk it, but it is dangerous to sit and wait for death, too. That is MY fortress, by right of might, not by privelage of birth!!! Lord Dullard, get your men prepared, then meet me here on the morrow. Be suited up and ready to fight, you too MadMonkey. Mogror, before nightfall, do some routine inspections on all the levers, gears, and floodgates so that we can be sure of their functionality if we need to reseal the temple at a moments notice."
"Aye," the dwarves agreed.
"Armok be with us gentlemen," said the Queen as she dismissed them. Then she set off to the temple altar to spend the evening in prayer.