Ch. 2, Page 15

Captain Drake never thought he would have to storm his own fort, but that did not mean he was unprepared to do so.  Well versed in siegecraft from some years spent campaigning in the Bandit Kingdoms, Drake had his axemen cut down the largest tree they could and begin stripping it into a battering ram.

"The moat?" prompted the old thaumaturgist, Drake's liaison to the Sorcerer.

"Will not be an obstacle for long," Drake said confidently.  "If Robilar and his fool friends thinks they've won because they managed to raise the drawbridge on me, they're in for a rude awakening." 

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