Gerand and ten of his knights waited astride their horses in an alley close the the Quickblade Inn. After the fight with Sethra Dhron, his contingent of men had the only intact cavalry left, owing to Maewen’s advice to hide the horses until the birds were vanquished. His heroics in slaying the Dhron had earned him respect and renown from the men under his command, although it had also left him with a shield arm that ached terribly. With magic healing an impossibility, he had to rely on Maewen’s ministrations. Herbs and poultices, while welcome, took time, and time was not on their side. Once Sethra Dhron had been defeated, the surge of hope and enthusiasm among the armies defending Mikmir lasted a short two hours until Mikkik’s host poured into the city. Heavy arrows fell from deadly Archers, and the armored Gagons pounded down the gates like they were made of rotten wood instead of reinforced oak. Uyumaak sprinted and leaped and marched into the city in droves, and brutal fighting spilled from street to street.
