Rilden and Rhovanor both took to the secret passage, but did not go any further than the entrance. If they heard her scream, or some sort of yell, they would bolt right up and help defend them. "How many times have we been locked in a cellar?" Rhovanor asked, a hint of a smile on his face as he looked over at his friend. Rilden shook his head with the same small smile. "This would be our eighth..." A lot of people would be thought weird if they were showing a bit of humor in this situation... But from what Rilden saw, the world of Vahldir could use a lot of happiness right now... Then it happened. Orc screams and shouts were now in the house, boots climbing through it, and it sounded like a loud crash could be heard from just above. Rilden went back up the wooden stairs to open the hatch... but it was blocked!

Both the elf and man tried as they might to get the hatch open, but it was no use. They now both stood in absolute silence... Waiting for any sign of life... Then the latch opened. they both climbed out to see the place in a mess... but everyone in it was alive. he saw the amount of dead orcs outside left by the Centaur. Although he was glad he seemed to be alright, it was foolish to keep fighting. More will come... and when they find out that the people of Damascus has killed a part of his army... there will be no survivors.

there could be a million things for him to say. He was sorry that they brought a whole army after them. That more wounded and dead will soon find their way here... But as Rilden watched the red haired woman heal the young child, he didn't say anything. "Miss Robyn." Rilden said, stepping forward. "You have heard of the stories then, yes? The ones when you were a small child. About how the gods gave gifts to those they thought worthy." He pointed to the child. "You have one of those gifts. I am not forcing you to join us, but the more gift bearers that come together, the weaker he gets.... I am not forcing, but asking if you will spare your gift and talents for the High Kingdom."