So it was, that Karth Keep managed to just barely turn the many sombre moods into an atmosphere of festivity. The mighty disagreement that many of them had with their Commander's decision to burn their castle down wasn't quite forgotten, but it wasn't spoken of quite so often. Drink proved a more than adequate antidote to that.
However, for the arriving army of Farefax, who were forced to gaze upon the still raging flames of the oil-fuelled fire, drink would never have been an adequate cure. A thousand men had been mustered, to come to the defence of the castle, along with two groups of gold mercenaries. They'd come at a forced march, hardly stopping to rest. All the cunning that the Farefax magistrates could employ had been put into seeing the army formed with a record swiftness. They'd been sure that they would catch the enemy unawares, just as they'd been sure that the enemy would attack again.
