Several hundred of his men were severely wounded, and the majority of his healthy troops were gathered around watching something occur within the outer wall. Did I not tell them to wait for my signal? He thought as he stormed past several groups of soldiers and up the stairs to the top of the wall. His eyes fell upon the group that was advancing toward the keep. Their number was far larger than he had authorized. Anger welled up within him as he looked around to find his Lieutenants. His Knights of Doom were nowhere to be found, and the Galimdorian captains were standing defiantly at the top of the wall. He could see in their demeanor that they were the ones who had ordered this assault. As he neared them, he thrust his staff toward them before addressing them. “What is the meaning of this?” His voice bellowed across the wall. “We got tired of your ineffective leadership. The castle will be ours soon. If your services are necessary, we will let you know,”
