The long advance to Langshul left Nargesh more riled up than tired. Her abnormal stamina combined with her hard training left her still fresh when they finally reached their goal. In Nargesh's mind, the march had been uneventful. Nothing save for the odd riders of enemy scouts, who were more often then not chased off by the companies warg outriders. The horse meat was at least a nice if rare treat, though, Nargesh preferred the meat of humans and elves. A trait earned from her Goliathian Ogre blood no doubt. Nargesh always chose to walk on foot, even when a wagon was available to ride in. It was both a matter of pride and discipline, but also pragmatic seeing as no mount could bear her while she took up more than her fair share of space on any wagon available. She also marched along with the rest of the warriors simply as a show of example to inspire the rest of her blades. She tended to push the recruits hard and to ride on a dingy wagon while they walked seemed boorish to say the least. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs whenever she could, and besides, she could outrun near any orc, while keeping pace with horses or wargs when the need arose. They reached their destination soon enough, and the men were hungry for battle by this point. She knew she was. She hoped these bootlicking goatherders put up more of a fight then their last opponents. Militiamen and levied peasants of an outpost they had been sent to capture had proven no match for the companies finest. Nargesh smiled at the memory, she had been given the honor to lead that same attack against the border keep. 

The company had chosen to encamp a safe distance from Langshul proper, and while the men rallied and took positions. Nargesh had ascended a short hill to get a better view of the enemies fortifications. It was not much to look at compared to more prosperous castles to the south lands, but its defenses looked well manned. This might prove a more worthy a foe it would seem. As much as bunnies could be that was. They had their little burrow to hid from the wolves, though...for now. She descended and made her way to a small clearing of sparse trees that was serving as something of a meeting site for a quick war meeting before they attacked. She made it in time as Gaelel returned to report what she had learned from her captive. 

Nargesh scowled. “You managed to catch one of their scouts but never bothered to learn how many men they had, where their patrols routes were, or where their defenses were thinnest?” 

Such a wasted opportunity left a bad taste in Narsgesh's mouth, but it was better than nothing. Nargesh had never been one much talented to strategy, smaller scale tactics perhaps -understanding the flow of battle was essential for any warrior- but she was no brilliant general. “Well, our best chance lies in our siege weapons, as far as I can see. Their range however will be a problem. If we throw them a feint on the far north end of the wall -perhaps attempting Shar's idea- and make them focus their attention there, we may buy enough time for our catapults to come into play and open up a few holes in the rabbit den for our warriors.”