Hasan nodded at Maruc’s pronouncement. There was no other choice. He slowly moved up the stairs to the second level of the great hall, and turned to find rest in one of the bedrooms nearby. He collapsed, still armored, into the modest bed and was soon asleep.
Aside to Maruc, Stephan said, “Maruc, I’m sure Irina can assist but Kuzma is much more experienced.”
“Of course Stephan. Forgive me revered Kuzuma.” smiled Maruc. The old woman shook her head, smiled and continued her ministrations
Stephan then checked on his brother. “Ah! Darya and Kuzma have fixed you up nicely, Pyotr!” He visually inspected the bandages.
“Yes, they have. And Halav his taken the pain away. I feel very well, all things considered.”
The elder brother’s eyes focused in concern. “How is it brother? Do we know more of the enemy? How many are there? This mix of tribes is disturbing.”
“The yellow-dressed ‘woman’ was a ruse, if you didn’t hear that. Hasan and Feldard are lucky to be yet alive and with us here. The dwarf, I can tell you, fought valiantly and suffer a grievous head wound. But Halav has helped through His servants Kuzma and Irina.”
“I shall not forget his deeds in the defense of my house. Nor the deeds of the others that came with you. Brother, I am glad you brought these mighty companions! If we all yet live to see brighter days, I will endeavor to repay in some way, their and your kindness.”
Miklos nodded at the cleric. He was bone tired, his eyes ached and he needed rest. All this running about and stress wasn’t doing his concentration any good. “I’m going to lie down for a bit. Wake me if anything happens.” Miklos climbed back up to the tower room and curled up in the softest corner he could find.
Though the dwarf was far from whole, the clerics of Halav had healed the worst of his wounds and the dwarf argued aggressively that he was well enough to keep watch and defend the hall if need be. Any who tried to coax him otherwise was cussed at and threatened with violence with such vehemence that it surprised his long time companions.
So the dwarf was allowed to keep watch interrupted infrequently by bouts of nausea and drowsiness.
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Nearly two hours passed. The goblins had continued their chanting and drumming, but made no move to encroach upon the defenders.
Spellcasting takes a toll on the mind, and so, amidst all this, Miklos had somehow drifted off to sleep. He awoke with a start! The largest bat he had ever seen in his life was directly on top of him, its fangs poised to strike!
Noise and commotion erupted in the tower. While the watchers had kept a keen eye upon the treeline, they had failed to notice a threat from above. Giant vampire bats had flown onto the tower and squeezed inside the upper floors.