Jan 06, 2009 19:50
[Evidently, rather pleased with himself and all and sundry. Results so far have been better than expected, but Jaime's ot one to mention that. No, no, he knew all along. He's tired - there's a ragged edge to his voice betraying this, but pride shines over it.]
Our lines have held every night. Every night, even when they come in droves, we've thrown them back. Their numbers are growing, but I have no doubt we'll only give them a taste of the same.
Any wounded, get yourselves healed. Get some rest. If they mean to keep this up till spring, then we'll damn well continue to keep them back. And we'll need all of us, back up there tonight, and the next, and however long it takes.
[Locked to Ada]
Anything to report?
task force,
winter is bloody cold,
actually capable,
wight hunting,
oh optimism,
displays of knightliness,
bugger the undead with rusty spears,
up yours nonbelievers,
wearing his lord commander face