Tal practically vibrated at Deimos's grin, which he interpreted as approval. He wasn't surprised that the former (still?) General had already been thinking ahead; that was pretty much his former and current job description, and no one had ever accused the Sword of shirking the city's defenses while he'd been in charge of them. Still, the courier's eyes narrowed in thought as he studied the top of the well...
And then his grin took on a bloodthirsty edge of glee as he saw the potential. "We could really fling the stones a long ways from up there," he agreed enthusiastically. "Stop any enemies from even gettin' close! Maybe even chase off low-flyin' dragons," he added after a moment's more sober thought. He hadn't personally known the woman who'd been carried off within sight of the walls last year, but Sah and Delia had and that made her worth remembering. "But... what d'we do if they get inside the catapults' range?" Under cover of darkness of storm, perhaps.
And then his grin took on a bloodthirsty edge of glee as he saw the potential. "We could really fling the stones a long ways from up there," he agreed enthusiastically. "Stop any enemies from even gettin' close! Maybe even chase off low-flyin' dragons," he added after a moment's more sober thought. He hadn't personally known the woman who'd been carried off within sight of the walls last year, but Sah and Delia had and that made her worth remembering. "But... what d'we do if they get inside the catapults' range?" Under cover of darkness of storm, perhaps.
