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(Will continue to wait for Septimus' reply for a bit longer before I take over.)

Sir Gregory made it to the palisade. Jovron saw him a few feet away. Upon spotting the elf, the Knight ran over to him and the ladder he was holding. He limped, however. Now that he was closer Jovron could see that there was an arrow stuck in Gregory's thigh.

"Bastards got me good." The Knight muttered.

"You'll be fine, Medora will see to your leg." Jovron assured him.

Gregory nodded. "Aye, I am sure she will. Now. Let's get over this damned wall and teach those Orcs a lesson." Even if the Breton had his helmet on, Jovron could tell he was grinning.

Crazy bastard. He thought smiling. "Right. We can't let Paur and the others show us up."

Gregory laughed and started to laugh. He grabbed the ladder to help Jovron hold it in place as one of the Crows was climbing it.