"What are the next steps?" With the battlefield cleaned up, Laine, Fidmund, and Jerald gathered together. Fidmund let out a sigh of relief, "Earl Ocasen and his attendants are either all dead or captured; no one managed to escape. Once the army crosses the Grismore River, with the Dwarfs' artillery, taking the Sharp-Top Palace won't be any problem."
"Taking the Sharp-Top Palace is certainly not a problem; the key issue is that we must hold it." Jerald immediately voiced his opposing opinion, the Paladin shaking his head repeatedly: "No, we cannot rely on the Dwarfs' artillery for this siege."
"Jerald is right; we cannot rely on the Dwarfs' artillery for this assault on the Sharp-Top Palace." Laine nodded, stepping out a couple of steps. Mogiana's Divine Art effects were waning, and the muddy swamp was starting to trouble the knights: "If we really blow the Sharp-Top Palace to ruins, when Musillon's reinforcements arrive, we won't be able to hold the castle."
