The sun is slowly falling over the horizon, the darkness creeping in on us. Closing the last day which we had to prepare for the inevitable. An uneasy tension hanging in the air as Bingtown is set ablaze. Thousands of torches illuminating the major streets and barricades. We've done everything we could, everything thinkable to help as many of us survive as possible. Will it be enough?
I'm currently standing in line with my brothers from the Slayers, the Northwind and the City guard. On some of us, the mask has slipped and the nerves have begun to show. A little shake, a stutter. I don't blame them. Some of these people have never even seen the monsters they'll be fighting tonight. Some of these people have barely even held a sword. And yet here they stand, marked for death in the name of this city and the people in it. Fighting for loved ones standing safely within the Plaza.
And here we wait, united. Our faith not in our gods but in those surrounding us. In the people of this city.