After this, things proceed sowhat smoothly.
In an expectedly short ti, the many, many workers we have at our disposal here climb the wall to create defensive platforms, and more importantly, raise barriers on them to protect whatever would be on them from enemy fire.
The Tarsonian archers, anwhile, are doing a good job at not letting anything get close that could interrupt this task.
In the anti, the mbers of my little group oversee the work.
Well, to be honest, I more mimic the others than actually contribute to anything.
Lord Stormheart even went up the wall, sothing I can't afford anymore as I'm strictly prohibited from getting into the field of fire of any long-distance weapons the enemy might've set up.
Nonetheless, I try to get as close as I can, sotis snatching short glances of the other side from relatively safe positions, much to the chagrin of my escort.
That is to say, they freak out every ti, sotis even slightly pulling back into cover.
But hell, I won't let them take this view from !
I kinda worry that my royal guard is at risk of becoming too controlling in this regard.
But then I see the Marshall frown and start to worry.
Monts later, we all get called in for another eting.
"Lord Stormheart, what is the matter?" (E)
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