The fifth day of the siege started as the other days. Fenna laid out some bolts on her bed and infused them with fire or ice, alternating the two so MacKensie would have a decent supply by the end of the waiting time. It was something she could do once a day, but by the time of the siege she should have 48 fire bolts and 48 ice bolts ready for her friend.

She had been sore the first day after her adventure in the cave under the spa, every single muscle had ached. Throughout the day the pain had slowly subsided and she had made sure no one would notice. Although she had feared some kind of official reprimand for going somewhere she wasn't supposed to, that hadn't happened yet. What she had failed to notice that evening had become apparent to her the next day: her spear had a faint glow to it. While she didn't know what it was, it wasn't hard to deduce it had something to do with that ball of energy she had seen. There had barely been any time to talk to any of her companions about it, everyone had been busy with the tasks they had received. 

After Fenna was done infusing 12 bolts with fire wrapped them up to give to MacKensie later, she went downstairs to have breakfast. Today there would be more training with her soldiers, but what she really needed to do was catch James. They needed to talk.