Running with Wolves
They had been standing by Selmor this whole time, protecting him, until they noticed our upper hand with the poisoning of their troops and the explosives that fired off, sending their soldiers soaring through the air with chunks of terrain.
We were on the losing end of the battle as soon as Selmor had pulled out this trick from his hat. He stood with a couple of commanders next to him, sheltered behind the giants. On one side of him he had a woman strapped down with ropes on her knees and on the other, also held captive, an older man with a grey beard. Grendal, the druid, and his wife Marya.
The woman looked exhausted and tortured as I saw that she hadn’t the strength anymore to rise to her