Mileva unrolled the slip of paper from the messenger hawk, careful not to let anything show on her face, not just for the benefit of the young Boros recruits around her, but also the small mob of civilians they'd been tasked to protect. If they could even be civilians in a war where the enemies main goal seemed to be indiscriminate killing.
The news wasn't good. Mileva took her lieutenant, a goblin named Grorik, into the corner.
"There's no reinforcements coming," she said.
"What?" said Grorik, "How are we supposed to hold this shelter?"
Mileva looked around at the huddled masses, and what was left of her regiment.
"We can't," she said. "I want you to start organizing the civilians. We're going to engage the creatures and try and draw them off so they can get away. There's a tunnel to the undercity a few blocks west. If they can get there, maybe-"
"We have enough supplies down here to last a few more days," said Grorik. "Maybe rescue will come."
"The whole damn city is under attack," said Mileva. "No one is going to rescue us but us."
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