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He eyed her down, he knew intimidation wasn't something he could use on Lauryn, past experiences on the field had led to that. "Let us negotiate then, friend." He stuttered out with distaste. "Tell me your terms Lauryn, for I believe we both know the fate that becomes us both." He looked out past her towards the gate. "You're gate is nearly finished, I don't believe a second siege would be kept out. Remember, we do have numbers over you here. Your border has faced more of an onslaught from the demons then ours, your fancy walls won't keep them out forever. With us breaking this gate, the eventual fall of Advara would surely come with it, if not from us then from the demons that would soon take over the North." He looked to her, she could see a tell of sadness in the last few words he spoke.

Back at the camp Olaf prepared for the second siege it was to happen if Sergei wasn't released by tomorrow night. The ram was ready, the gate would fall and the masses would soon poor into the border of Advara. In what was Sergei's command tent Olaf spoke to the captains and planned tactics and strategies rather than feasting with the men.

On the trail towards the border the messengers faced hard fought challenges, losing three men on the very first day to bandit attacks. Within the next few days one messenger remained, heavily wounded and without message he rode towards the border. Hoping to survive what may come.