Moments after the wall was raised, Faeranduhl and the rest went back to the city hall.
The wall was a half-arc in a thick defensive measure in the courtyard of the city hall. Elves were stationed to man the wall for as long as the portal remained activated.
As soon as they arrived at the city hall, Faeranduhl was bombarded by the elves, high, wood, and dark elves. Elf riders, dozens of them, formed a practiced formation on the courtyard. Stags they rode, armored with metal plates that covered their necks. Horns branched their heads and melted with iron.
Their riders wore dark, tattered, cloaks that covered their heads until knee-length. Silver hair peering on the edges of their hoods. Pairs of blades were wildly visible on the sides of their waists, with bow and arrows attached behind them as if their lives depended on it.
The Elf riders stood in a row of mastered formation, just as their stags.
