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The storm was still raging after the sun had fallen behind the horizon. Una had dozed off and on in Oaklum's arms. When she opened her eyes Una could see the massive gate of Krinsgate. It was oak and fortified with cast iron bands. Men walked the tall walls, and a bow peeked from between arrow slits here and there.

"Krinsgate," said Una in a tired voice. Her mouth tasted foul and her back ached from how she was being carried. Perhaps a cleric was in town and she could be healed, or at least a hedge wizard.

"You may want to be careful here," warned Una just as a shout of, "Who goes there!" came from the posted gaurd. An approaching orc with a seemingly capture human wasn't exactly a welcomed sight.

"An orc! An orc! Sound the alarm!" came the cries from the battlement.

"Oh no..." breathed Una. She looked up at Oaklum and said, "Don't do anything careless. Let me handle this and put me down!" It wasn't a command but Una definitely urged the orc by squirming in his grasp. That, too, did not help what the guards were witnessing.

Several arrows were now aimed for Oaklum.

"Hold your bows! Don't shoot him! He's friend not foe!" Una cried out to the watch.