Ailgar scratched his beard - he had not had an occasion to shave it was felt like an eternity - and added "They just suffered a serious blow from the Trolloc attack on their fortress, and now they've had to abandon their post. Even if it was the only solution, many of them likely feel like it was cowardice. If we want to strengthen their morale, we need to give them a victory. And for that we need to save the people in there. That way we can all feel like heroes for saving their endangered countrymen, yes?"

Ailgar reflected on their situation. That city would hold for some time still, longer now that the Myrddraal had to divide their attention between the city and their band of refugees. But if something was not done, it would fall.

"Now, this is a dangerous plan, but all plans now are dangerous. You will open one of your Gateways for us into the Trolloc camp, and the sear sear the area on the other side. Julort and I, if our Ogier friend has the courage for it, will jump through and find one of the Myrddraal, and attempt to slay it quickly while you close the Gateway behind us. Supposing we can achieve this without dying, and if we are luckly enough to have the Trollocs bound to that Myrddraal, we will use the chaos to run back here.

In the meantime, you will prepare yourselves and those soldiers who still have heart to ambush the Trollocs when they pursue us."