Didn't know why they would dare invade the holy land of Thrane. The young girl didn't know any of the Brelish troops. As the commander straightened his back and drank some of the warm soup his apprentice had been cooking, he handed the young girl the medallion of office he always wore. As one, the ballista turned into position, their fiery bolts now lit and ready to mow down the impudent Brelish troops. 'AIM!!!' shouted the Commander, almost deafening his apprentice's ears. Covered in tarps and with noone manning them, twelve animated ballista rolled silently into position at the mouth of mountain pass. There, hidden among the trees were a dozen of them. 'True, the troops below might not hear me, but that is not who I am barking orders at.' Ishil leaned down and pointed so his apprentice could see the clearing on the far side, barely visible from the valley floor.
'You do realize that no one can hear you shouting from way over here?' ask his bewildered apprentice as the two looked over the valley below and at the forces of Breland and Thrane pitched in a heated battle for the past three days. 'READY!!!' said Commander Ishil ir'Vorn to no one in particular.
