"You've glimpsed the demon giants. Do you think your gates will hold them back?"
Loman's question should have been a simple one, but there was something in his tone and the focused way that he didn't take his eyes off the enemy as he spoke that put Baron Hanrahan instantly on edge and made him hesitant about providing the bold, confident answer that he normally would have.
"I, I didn't see any rams with them," Ian Hanrahan said slowly as he mopped sweat from his brow as he thought about how many years it had been since either the timbers of the gates or the iron strapping had been replaced. Frantically, he tried to think of a number he could give Loman that wouldn't disappoint or upset the Lothian Lord.
