"OPEN THE SMALL GATE!" the beastkin captain shouted.
With a loud crank, the reinforced side gate at the base of the wall swung open.
"RUSH FORWARD!"
Beastkin soldiers surged through the gate, weapons drawn, forming a protective formation around the wounded dwarf.
"HEALER UNIT! READY!"
A group of beastkin healers moved quickly, mana glowing in their hands as they reached the fallen messenger.
"SOLDIERS! MARCH TOWARD THE DWARF! PROTECT HIM!"
The frontline guards closed in, keeping watch for any remaining threats from the hills beyond.
The dwarf struggled to lift his head, clutching a scroll sealed with the emblem of the Dwarven Kingdom.
"Message… from Chieftain Gumarak…" he gasped. "Request… for aid…"
"Give it to the captain!" one of the soldiers called out, kneeling beside him.
The healer dropped beside the dwarf, already casting recovery magic to slow the bleeding.
The captain took the scroll firmly, eyes locked on the dwarf's bruised face.
