Looking out over the rolling hills of Arnor, the commander raised the standard with the longboat on it, and ordered his troops to fan out, to encircle the enemy position, and the ragtag forces they had in all haste gathered.
“Onwards, for the glory of Valhalla. Subcommander, prepare the forces for a short siege, then we will deal with these vermin infesting our lands. This town, this…Korondë of the Haashekhan will soon be burning rubble. Did the enemy envoy escape our archers? I’m sure his “hero” commander Kelyntair will be upset that we ignored his attempts at bluffing us into departing. Tonight we feast, tomorrow we send these men to Mandos!”