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[Throne/Kil Glenfol] Compendium II January 1996
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Commander Uial leaned forward and whispered into Jon Lin's ear.  "Ah,
yes.  Quite right, thank you Shaleen.  Jarryn...now that you are once
more a Marshall in the Royal Army, you know you must be assigned
protection by a member of the Black Watch."  --Johny Enright

Jarryn rolled his eyes a little theatrically.  "But surely..!" he
started.  --Josh Gallagher

Seeing his friend about to protest again, Jon Lin once again held up his
hand "Now, now, Marshall.  At least you only have to put up with one.
As

High-Marshall, I must have a full Lance of them about me at all times." 
Jon Lin made a fake grimace.  He looked about at the members of the
Black Watch about him, found the one he wanted, and smiled.  "Corporal
Elessidel?" A tall, lithe woman wearing the black and silver mantle of
the Black Watch stepped forward.  "Yes, High-Marshall?" she said.
--Johny Enright

The look Jarryn gave her could only be described as an on the spot
assessment.  First impressions held the key to many relationships, both
working and social.  He was impressed with what he saw, but still
resented being assigned a body guard.  He had managed thus far without
interference from the Black Watch within the city;  they were last here
when the Sylphannin family held the throne and had not been back since.
Why should he require their presence now?  Such were the concessions he
had to make though, he knew.  He kept his expression unreadable so as
not

to hurt the feelings of either party.  Perhaps he could discuss this
with

the lady later.  --Josh Gallagher

Jon Lin smiled.  "Jarryn, I present to you Corporal Andriel Elessidel,
your

new bodyguard.  Corporal Elessidel, your duty is now to the Marshall
here.  She is *very* good at her job Jarryn.  Not much promise left for
any who would wish you harm." Jon Lin could tell that Jarryn bristled at
being assigned a bodyguard, and smiled inwardly.  He would know her
worth soon enough.  --Johny Enright

"I am honoured Corporal, High-Marshall," he said with a touch of
sarcasm,

inclining his head to each of them in turn.  --Josh Gallagher

"Is there anything else...Jarryn, Shaleen?" Jon Lin turned to each in
turn .  Commander Uial shook her head no, but Jarryn spoke up again...
--Johny Enright

"Also, there are a number of the Glenfol house army, such as it is, and
a

few amongst the Inner Chamber that wish to help in the efforts on the
front.  Do you think you could accommodate them, or do you think it more
wise for them to remain here?"

"Any who wish to come to the front are welcome, though I should think
you

will need all the help you can get here.  I leave that to you.  If some
of

your folk wish to do service at the front, I daresay we could use them."
--Johny Enright

"What you say is true, Jon Lin.  We need as much help as we can here,
but for the sake of the morale of the city we also need some of our own
soldiers on the front.  There are those that will only cause trouble if
they are left to be restless when asked to be patient and wait for the
battle to come to us.  Besides, it would be something for their family
and friends to be proud of instead of being left to feel helpless in the
face of the advancing tide." --Josh Gallagher

Jon Lin had a hard look about him.  The horses of his command staff and
guard had been sent for, and were now being brought up.  Jon Lin's
aerial

guard had already assumed positions, circling above on their griffons.
The High-Marshall and his staff and guard remounted their horses, and
Jon Lin

moved his mount next to Jarryn.  The two old friends watched the
griffons soar above the city of Kil-Glenfol.  "I could never be a member
of the Heav y Legentors." Jon Lin remarked as one of the griffons did a
roll in mid-air.  "I tried to ride one of those once, and became deathly
ill!  I was sick all over a Sanjentor unit in the field."  --Johny
Enright

The marshall's shoulders rocked in quiet laughter as he pictured the
scene.  "I've never tried it myself," he replied.  --Josh Gallagher

Jon Lin shook his head free of the memory, and smiled at his old friend.
He reached out and grasped his arm.  "Until we meet again.  I *will*
send you reinforcements when they become available, Jarryn." Jon Lin
promised.  --Johny Enright

"Whenever you feel you can spare them my friend!  I have to say that my
confidence has been boosted considerably since you rode into the city.  
I hope the next time we meet things will be looking a little better." 
He didn't sincerely believe that they would, but appearing the optimist
often had an uplifting affect on others.  --Josh Gallagher

Jarryn walked next to Jon Lin to the main gate of the city walls.  Jon
Lin gave Jarryn a grave look.  "Above all else, hold this city,
Marshall.  I do believe the fate of the Tynntangial rest here.  Should
Kil-Glenfol fall, so too will Daventry, and the rest of our cities shall
fall in turn, until the

elven people are nought else but a memory in this world." --Johny
Enright

The thought conjured an image too terrible to dwell on for Jarryn.  
Deserted wastelands stretching as far as the eye could see, and a
collection of ruined buildings long ago battered to rubble by a harsh
and

bitter wind.  Ruined buildings that had once been his city.  He
shuddered

at the intensity of the vision, and merely nodded to the High Marshall.
"It is my intention to defend this city to the best of my ability."
--Josh Gallagher

Jarryn gave Jon Lin a final salute, which the High-Marshall smartly
returne d.  "Take care, Jarryn...." he said, and spurred his mount
forward, followed by his staff.  The griffon-riders were already moving
with him, down the road, where his party linked up with a regiment of
Legentors moving northward.  --Johny Enright

"Good bye Jon lin!  Until we meet again!" shouted the Protector cum
Marshall over the sound of the hooves.  He stood for a few moments
staring after the man that had ridden into and out of his life again in
the space of a day and yet made the whole situation somewhat easier to
deal with.

Turning around he found Corporal Andriel behind him.  "And just what am
I

supposed to be doing with you?" he asked a little brusquely.  It was
beyond him why law required that he be assigned a bodyguard when one was
obviously not needed.  --Josh Gallagher

"Nothing at all sir.  It is now my job to protect you.  While this may
seem unnecessary at the present time, we have found many trusted people
to be agents of the Dark One in the past and with all due respect sir,
your assassination would demoralize this city enough that the Dark One's
forces would meet little resistance when they arrived." --Phaedra
Whitlock

He grudgingly admitted to himself that it was a wise precaution to take,
certainly where the city was concerned, and began to think of those in
the Inner Chamber that might have been subverted to the Dark One's
employ.  --Josh Gallagher

"All I require at the present time is quarters near you, a copy of your
itinerary if possible, and transportation if it becomes necessary."

Andriel ended her reply and stood waiting his response.  Her eyes
followed

the Black Watch accompanying the High Marshall north, wishing she was
still with them, before focusing on her new charge.  Although not as
desirable as guarding the Highlord or the High Marshall, this was an
honorable assignment and Andriel had every intention of coming out of it
with good marks.  --Phaedra Whitlock

"That sounds reasonable enough," conceded Jarryn.  The look of
discontent with the arrangement had still not left his face however.  He
summoned a nearby messenger boy (one of the many sons and daughters of
soldiers who had been eager to get involved in the war effort in some
way).  The boy handed him some paper and a quill, and leaning briefly on
the city wall he scribbled a message to the castle steward to get
Andriel's accommodation arranged.

As the boy left, he continued.  "My itinerary is not exactly formalised
however.  Beyond the council meeting each morning at the Great Hall in
the citadel, all my appointments I merely note mentally and change as I
see fit.  I would imagine that planning them any more rigidly would be a
little more dangerous, would it not?  People would know where I was and
when, and would have time to plan things." --Josh Gallagher

Andriel smiled momentarily.  "Yes sir, that would indeed be dangerous."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"My plans for the rest of the day thus far are firstly to attend a
meeting of representatives of the local farmers;  to discuss the
acquisition of their food stuffs for the city's stocks and the
arrangements for escorting

the farmers to the relative safety of the city before battle arrives.  
After this I intend to meet with Captain Gorm to discuss some of the
ideas he has regarding the dwarven engineers' efforts to protect the
city..." He paused and looked towards the Corporal.  "Is this of any use

to you, or would you rather have it written down somewhere?"

Jarryn was aware that he was perhaps being a little curt with the
Corporal, and made an effort to be more civil.  The situation still had
him somewhat annoyed - he had better things to sort out than a body
guard, and wanted to get on with them.  --Josh Gallagher

"I have an excellent memory sir, thank you.  If you would care to
continue

on your itinerary I will try not to inconvenience you in any way."

Andriel's memory was near eidetic in recall but the marshall was already
upset with her as it was.  She fervently hoped the situation improved,
otherwise she'd just made an already difficult task nearly impossible.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Jarryn smiled a little more warmly.  "Then I'll continue with the list.
If there's anything you think may be unwise, just speak up.  I'll try to
keep you as informed as I can;  makes both our jobs easier I suppose!"
--Josh Gallagher

Andriel smiled.  "After today I'll know your schedule as soon as you
do." 

Thank you for taking this so well Marshall Jarryn.  I know it was a
surprise to you.  Perhaps you could consider me as a wall to bounce
ideas off of?" --Phaedra Whitlock

After years working his way up in the Inner Chamber he felt it was
unlikely that there was anything he couldn't deal with that Andriel
could, but for the sake of Jon Lin, the law and above all a smooth
relationship with the corporal he was determined to put up with it.
--Josh Gallagher

Besides, Andriel's comment struck a welcome chord with him.  His job had
become an increasingly lonely one as others he would usually have spent
time talking to and debating various issues with had found themselves
buried under an increase in responsibility mirroring Jarryn's own.  To
have someone again that he could bounce ideas off would help, he had no
doubt.  --Josh Gallagher

And so he continued listing his itinerary as they made their way up
toward the citadel in time to grab a bit of lunch.  His activities with
Jon Lin had forced him to miss the morning's council session, so he had
the minutes of that to read up on after his meeting with the leader of
the dwarfs.  He detailed his intentions to get barbarian training plans
set up with Commander Jalen Galadon in the evening.  That pretty much
wrapped up his itinerary for the day;  three meetings and the reading of
the minutes of another was guaranteed to fill the day up.  --Josh
Gallagher

As they walked Andriel listened, taking everything in for later
reflection.  That Marshall Jarryn Sandor had much to do in little time
was

obvious, but everything seemed to be progressing steadily.  Barring the
whims of nature or surprises from the Dark One the city should be ready
in time.  What happened then perhaps only Jon Lin knew.

"Pardon my ignorance of your plans Marshall Sandor, but I have heard of
cities under seige that for days beforehand filled barrels of water and
placed them strategically to use in firefighting, and also in case the
enemy found and poisoned the aquifer.  I have also heard of cities where
ditches were dug that sappers could be detected sooner, and where the
leaves were stripped from the surrounding trees to feed the animals,
saving the grain for the inhabitants.  These are obvious things though.
My apologies."

Somewhere her falcons were completing a perimeter sweep of the area for
her, like the cities defenses that information too was filed away for
later.  Something nagged at the back of her mind after the birds
finished reporting, but for now Andriel let it go and listened to the
Marshall.  --Phaedra Whitlock

Jarryn smiled.  "Yes, they're obvious, and some times the obvious things
need pointing out in case they are forgotten about when one is
concentrating on details.  In this case though you need have no fear;
preperations for the water and grain were initiated several days ago.
It would have been more useful to have known earlier, but it is not the
way of an approaching enemy to make things easy by sending messengers
out to tell us he is coming.  No, the first we knew was when these human
barbarians arrived at our gates," he said, gesturing with his hand at
the few that could be seen wandering in groups around the city talking
in their primitive tongue.

"There is an interesting problem with the water situation.  We are not
overly troubled for water usually, as there are several forest streams
that

have been diverted to run into the city.  We have no major river nearby,
but the streams serve our purpose.  Now I have had a proposal forwarded
to me from Captain Gorm that we install water cannons on the walls to
repel any attack.  This is obviously going to use up a lot of water, but
this could be taken from the streams, and it wouldn't matter if they
were

contaminated in that case.  The problem comes when the water _isn't_
contaminated;  we will have wasted our time making large pumps and water
cannons when the water could be put to far better uses.  Believe me, if
they contaminate that water, we will only have a weeks worth in barrels
at the most for the entire city.  Bear in mind some of the water will be
used, as you said, for dousing fires and the like.  What do I tell the

captain?" --Josh Gallagher

"If the city is put under seige as the High Marshall assumes will
happen, the forces of the Dark one will almost certainly dam the streams
and either attempt to flood out the city, use the force of the water to
cut away the soil on which the city walls stand, or divert it away from
the city.  The Captain's idea is a good one though, highly creative.
Pity you have no moat.  The water could be used, return naturally to the
moat by gravity, and be pumped out again to the cannons." --Phaedra
Whitlock

Jarryn sighed and nodded his agreement.  --Josh Gallagher

Andriel chewed absently on her lower lip as she thought.  "Have you any
mages here?  If the water cannons are feasible only one need be made.  A
mage can duplicate it.  Even if only one cannon is used briefly a mage
can create an illusion of many of them, using the reality of the one to
base his illusion on.  Then...." Andriel grinned happily, "...  when the
ground is puddled with water from the real cannon, have a mage cast a
lightning bolt into it or transform it into poisonous vapor if the wind
is blowing the right way." --Phaedra Whitlock

The marshall's lit up with a smile.  There were obviously some good
ideas

to come from his newly appointed bodyguard.  Perhaps he could even
forget

about the fact that she was from the Black Watch and assigned as a
bodyguard when he didn't need one.  --Josh Gallagher

Her smile faded quickly though.  "Ice.  Pure ice stored in under- ground
cold rooms to keep the blocks from melting before they are needed.  No
barrels required." --Phaedra Whitlock

"That sounds like a good idea - but would we be able to cart the ice
into

the city from the mountains in time?  There is precious little left down
here with spring approaching fast." --Josh Gallagher

"If a room was used as a reservoir a mage should be able to freeze it
for

you quickly enough.  Or a priest.  If nothing else the water can be
piped into the cellars and simply left there.  I'd be surprised if the
cellars here were not waterproofed this close to the water table."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"So many unknowns to plan for....  But you think the city might run out
of water before troops?  What else will we lack in short order?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Assuming that we manage to extend our water supply for long enough, the
next problem will undoubtedly be food.  Even once we have gathered all
the food from the nearby farmers and safely stored it within the city,
it

will not be any more than a couple of weeks of normal eating habits
before we start feeling the pinch.  I have set the ball rolling on
rationing plans, but even that will gain us at the most another week.  I
have no idea what kind of time scale this siege will be over;  we have
no information here at the moment of the scale of the forces arrayed
against

us and how long we should even expect the city to stand, or when we can
expect enough forces from the rest of Tynntangial to focus the attention
away from the siege.

"One of the plans is to try and rear livestock within the city itself.  
We have a fair number of open green grass areas and a small amount of
parkland for recreation." He paused momentarily as he remembered the
afternoon not so long ago that he had spent walking with Fen in that
very

parkland.  "That will have to be turned over to food production." He
sighed.  "Still, I rather think the whole situation will be resolved one
way or the other before food becomes a problem." --Josh Gallagher

"Yes." As they walked Andriel continued to study the city and its
people.

Elves, dwarves and barbarians, a few of the other races scattered here
and there.  They surely knew what was coming, it was surprising so many
had chosen to stay.  Heartening as well.  Her own motivations might be
less

personal but in the core of her being she believed in the oath she had
sworn to the Black Watch and Tynntangial as a whole.  Tynntangial had
defeated the Enemy before and would now, and Kil-Glenfol would survive
as

well if she could help it.  --Phaedra Whitlock

[A little later]

Their walk had taken them to the governmental offices in the citadel,
and Jarryn momentarily broke off the conversation to have a quick word
with his personal clerk to gather the minutes for the meeting that
morning and

find out whereabouts Andriel's quarters where.

This done, he took a quick diversion through to the kitchens.  "If you
want anything to eat, just grab it here.  We are a little late for the
regular lunch, and besides, that farmers meeting is within the hour and
I have yet to show you your quarters.  I presume you would rather I
didn't send you off with one of the palace staff?" --Josh Gallagher

"Thank you, but no.  I ate earlier and should stay with you.  Please,
tend to your business and dont concern yourself with me." --Phaedra
Whitlock

It was at this point that the marshall noticed she was not carrying the
standard issue army bag.  Why should she?  He reasoned.  The Black Watch
wouldn't be a very effective elite unit if they were forced to carry
belongings tediously from one assignment to another.  What this did mean
was that he didn't have much reason to show her her quarters as yet;
she had nothing to deposit there and would be with him all day until the
work

was finished with and they returned to the palace that evening anyway.
--Josh Gallagher

She did stop long enough to pocket a half loaf of bread and a hunk of
cheese in a fold of her cloak.  The bulge flattened out as she smoothed
the silver edged cloth down again over the dimensional pocket.  The
Black Watch travelled light as a rule, but even the smallest of packs
could interfere with combat efficiency, hence the pockets.

Besides, Endriel suspected that the Marshall missed more meals than he
made.  An admirable man the Marshall, even if he had the Inner Chamber
viewpoint on things.  --Phaedra Whitlock

So _that's_ how they carry essentials, the marshall thought to himself.
The Inner Chamber had for many years simply been using small backpacks
to

carry food and water, other essentials and the odd mission dependent
detail (such as weapon black).  He made a mental note to quiz the
palace's mages about the availability of these 'pockets'.

Fromthe kitchens they instead made their way to the council chamber, an

amphitheatre built at the back of the citadel.  The attendance at
council

meetings here fluctuated greatly depending on the subject matter on the
agenda and the various other pressing duties of the council members.

This afternoon however it had been given over to a relatively small and
yet still somewhat rowdy group of farmers from some of the outlying
villages.  To be more accurate, they were the elected representatives of
the villages or of groups of the more isolated farms.

As the meeting progressed and opinions were put forward, it was clear
that some of the farmers and villagers were prepared to be more
reasonable than others.  One proposal by one of the generals in the
former house army met with extreme opposition.  It was put to the
assemblage that any consumables or even anything useful at all that was
in the reach of the Enemy and had not been brought inside the city
itself should instead be destroyed so that the enemy could not make use
of it.  Jarryn had made certain that the proposal was not put forward by
himself.  He needed to appear the impartial mediator of arguments in
order to gain the trust of both sides.  Unfortunately in this case the
proposal was not so much a suggestion as a way to inform the farmers of
their intentions in as reasonable a way as possible.

The debate raged for hours - a good deal longer than Jarryn had been
counting on.  Eventually the farmers left grumbling and dejectedly.
Some had been given jobs within the city rearing the new livestock that
was just around the corner in Spring.  Stocks were low after the
relatively harsh winter, but others were given temporary jobs with the
army or moving what produce they had left into the city.  The rest were
told that they had a choice:  They could come to aid the city or take
their families to the safety of the hills or another city.  Many opted
for the latter.

When they finally left the meeting, Jarryn already looked fairly haggard
and it was only just past mid-afternoon.  He blamed it on the late night
imposed upon him by the temporary stay of Jon Lin.  So it was with a
weary look in his eyes that the marshall, accompanied as ever by his new
bodyguard, appeared about an hour late to his meeting with Captain Gorm.

It took a short while to actually locate the dwarf still helping
supervise the bolstering of the city gates.  The two elves made their
way

up onto the battlements from which some of the work was being done and
made their way through the industrious dwarves towards the Captain.

"Good afternoon Captain Gorm!" called Jarryn over the general noise.  "I
beg forgiveness for turning up late to our first meeting.  Would you
care

to join us in the gatehouse so we can talk in a little more peace?" He
flashed a smile at the captain as he indicated the noise and commotion
going on around him.  He certainly wasn't used to working with dwarves
having had little contact with them before, but he was determined to
start off on a good footing.  --Josh Gallagher

Captain Ithrag Gorm was as dwarven as anyone could be...which meant he
didn't appreciate tardiness.  He looked up at the approaching Marshall,
and cast a disapproving glare over him and the one accompanying him, all
the while stroking his long, fiery-red beard with the stubby fingers of
his right hand.  "I'm sure the Dark One will be equally as forgiving if
you happen to be an hour late manning the defenses my dwarves and I have
worked so hard on for you," he said with a sneer.

Jarryn was taken slightly aback by this rather abrupt put-off, but it
was then that he noticed a large beam swinging around and heading right
for the back of Captain Gorm's head.  There was no sound, and Jarryn had
already opened his mouth to warn the Captain, when the dwarf suddenly
went flat on his stomach.  The beam passed harmlessly over the dwarf.
As soon as it had gone by, barely missing Jarryn and Andriel in the
process, Captain Gorm was again on his feet and shouting at his workers.
"LUMOK!  You lummock, watch what you're doing!" --Michael Dew

Marshall Sandor had stepped back an instant before Andriel had moved to
push him back.  It brought a little comfort to Jarryn that he had, at
least on this occassion, not been in need of his bodyguard.  However, he
didn't have time to dwell on this as he saw the smouldering expression
on

Andriel's face as she looked over at the brash dwarf.

"Andriel," he said quietly as he rested a restraining hand upon her
shoulder, "I need to be on good terms with the Captain.  If he puts me
in

any real danger then do what you feel is necessary, but large beams of
wood that I can see a mile off...  well, I think I can deal with it."
--Josh Gallagher

"Yes, of course.  My apologies sir." Andriel released the grip she had
taken on her halberd and relaxed once more, but it wasn't easy.
--Phaedra Whitlock

"I was, sir!  Watched that beam right into the back of your head, if you
hadn't ducked!" A hail of derisive laughter arose from the other
dwarves, but Gorm was not amused.  "Lumok!  You get back to work now!
You're on report!  Any more shenanigans and you'll ALL be on report!"
There was much moaning and groaning, but the captain had gotten his way.

Turning back to Jarryn, he answered his original question.  "Sir, we
can't use the gatehouse right now.  It's being fortified.  My engineers
found a number of structural weaknesses that the Dark Army could exploit
in the coming attack.  We should have it finished by the end of the day,
but can I suggest an alternate place to meet?"

Jarryn nodded.

Gorm led them off the battlements and across the ground of the outer
courtyard in front of the massive gate that his dwarvers were working
on.  Already two huge beams of timber were in place, braced against the
doors of the gate and stretching a full hundred feet back.  They were
anchored in the ground itself, with several large boulders providing the
"immovable object" to hold the doors firmly closed.  Closer to the wall
itself, a tangle of ropes, chains, cams, and levers seemed to hide the
front gate itself.  Seeing where Jarryn and Andirel were gazing, Captain
Gorm replied, "It's a rather ingenious mechanism, if I do say so myself.
If anyone attempts to open the door by force, their own force will be
redirected and applied to closing the door.  They will be pushing
against themselves!  As I've said before, when we're done, it'll be
easier to come through the wall than through the main gate."

Finally leading the two to the ground floor of a guard tower well away
from the work area, Gorm beckoned them enter.  A small table with four
chairs greeted them, with a spiral staircase to the upper levels in the
back.  When all were seated, --Michael Dew

except Andriel who crept up the stairs, glanced at the lone guard on
duty

and returned to stand unobtrusively out of the way where she could see
both

entrances, --Phaedra Whitlock

Captain Gorm asked, "Now, what did you need?  I have much work to do,
you

realize.  I don't have a lot of time to sit and *chat* like you elves
seem to enjoy doing all the time.  Let's be quick." --Michael Dew

"Briefly Captain, as I know that for _both_ of us the resource of time
is not something we can waste, I have come to talk about your plans for
the defences of the city and what you need to help you in your work." He
felt it was politic for him to start by offering his services.  "I've
heard about these plans for 'water cannons', and how you might need the
services of some of our magic users here in the city.  How many of these
cannon do you intend to erect?  And how much water will they need?"
--Josh Gallagher

Captain Gorm murmured something unintelligible.  He had never trusted
mages.  Never liked them, either.  And that no-good cousin of his...
well, better to keep his mind on the tasks at hand.  93Marshall Jarryn,
not meaning any disrespect, but dwarves and magic don92t mix.  My fellow
dwarves and I are quite capable of building the pumps needed to power
the cannons.  As for how many, we will erect a complete cannon and pump
assembly as quickly as possible.  We should have quite a battery built
by the time the city comes under siege.  And as long as we have a
constant water supply, we should be able to recharge the cannon
indefinitely...if we have a constant water supply.  Perhaps your
magic-users can work on insuring that!!  --Michael Dew

Once the captain had explained, Jarryn went on:  "What other ideas do
you have?  I would be pleased to offer you the services of those able
bodied within the city not drafted into the army.  There are many that
arrive daily from outlying villages who do not wish to make the long
journey to Kil-Morial.  They could be put to good use in your services
if you would have them." He sat back easily in his chair and listened to
Ithrag's response.  --Josh Gallagher

Again Gorm grumbled.  "Thank you, sir, but no." His politeness was
obviously forced.  "I am afraid that anyone other than dwarves would do
little more than get in our way.  Please, make sure that no one disturbs
me and my men, and I will ensure that the defenses are ready when the
Dark Army arrives." --Michael Dew

The alarm was called down from the watchtowers along the city walls:
Anoth er force of elves were approaching Kil-Glenfol.  Though there were
many wagons filled with foodstuffs from both Galadon and Elessidell
waiting in line to

enter the great main gate, this column of elven soldiery brusquely made
the ir way to the front of the line and entered the city.  They were
obviously *no t* in the uniform of the Royal Army, but instead wore the
white and gold unifo rms of the household troops of House Daven.
--Johny Enright