"What are we doing, Lord Satterblade?" Ruben asked.
The army had set up a commanding tent for the lords to sit in and discuss their battle plan. Siderius sat in the upper most position.
"We're waiting for them to die." Siderius said.
"How?" Another Lord spoke up.
Lord Asmon chuckled, "I think I know what he wants to do. Grey Ward is the most fortified castle in the entire north because of its geographical characteristics. We would lose a lot of men if we fought our way inside. So I suspect Lord Satterblade wants to starve them out."
Siderius nodded, "Something like that."
"But wouldn't he have prepared enough ration for months. Maybe even years? If we wait, the South would catch wind about what happened and send reinforcement. Then we'll be doomed." Another Lord spoke up.
"That's correct. But you forget one thing."
