Hearing the words of the soldier, the colour drained from Hester's face.
The complexion of the other dwarves in the hall also turned ash-colored.
The panic had faded to become a numb stillness.
They now understood that the rhythmic trembling beneath their feet spelled.
The Undead, the Undead had begun the siege.
Boom, boom, boom!
The regular tremors became more distinct, vying with the increasingly frantic toll of the outer bell.
Hester could pay no more attention to other matters.
He quickly grabbed a battle-axe from nearby and strode out.
He walked the whole length to the city wall.
When he climbed up to the city wall, he could feel the entire wall gently shaking.
He stood there, gazing down from the city wall.
The assaulting Undead had no torches. Under the thick night, he could vaguely see moving silhouettes.
Hester took a hard swallow.
He looked at the communication shell once again, but there was no movement.
