Tarian looks out over the battlefield, as the fighting wanes. He reaches out to speak with the leaders of the Dwarves and the Elves. But will they be willing to deal with them in the long term.
Lloyd walked over to Tarian, “The Dwarves are obliterating the back ranks of the enemy.”
Tarian shifted the telescope towards the back ranks, and he saw the Dwarven warriors slice through the rear ranks of the horde. Relief washed over Tarian as he slouched upon the top of the wall, “The Elves and the Dwarves arrived just in time.”
“What are we going to have to give them?” Sherry asked through her fingers.
Lloyd glowered at her, commenting, “The middle ranks of the enemy are falling to the Elven arrows as quickly as the ones under the Dwarven weapons.”
“That’s my problem,” Sherry retorted thrusting her arms behind her back.
“Oh, give me a break,” Lloyd muttered.
“Lloyd, this is serious,” Sherry said with a shrill to her words. “I can’t be the only one afraid that they’ll turn on us.”
Standing up from the crumbling wall, Tarian turned around, putting a hand on Lloyd’s and Sherry’s shoulder. “Sherry, we needed help, and they answered our call.” With a gentle squeeze, he whispered to her, “Look upon the battlefield. It’s taken all our collective power to eradicate this scourge.”
“Tarian, we can’t trust them,” Sherry pleaded in a whisper.
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