When Marin saw the gnolls climbing again and saw herself the lone defender of this part, fear started creeping over her heart and she clutched her bow harder to fighting, but looking at the horde she knew she was fighting a lost battler. Looking at the yard, she saw what Leo and Ken were doing her fear got stronger as she understood.
"We're going to trap ourselves here. We're going to die here, defending our post, " she thought with grim resignation as some tears started to fall. "Will we be forgotten, as the soldiers of the crypt? Will anyone bring news to our families in Eisenberg?"
As she silently wept for whoever was going to fall today, she saw Leo and Ken get back to back, and her desesperation overcame her fear. She remembered the teachings of her brother
"Death is not the end, and should ne be feared. If you fear, you can't think straight and you can't see. Fear blinds you and in those moments is when the eyes of your soul must be clear" the words resonated in her head and she shook it, clearing her tears with a dirty hand. Drawing her lasts reserves of strenght, she ran downstairs to the pair
"Ken, Leo!" she yelled when she was near "The Pitch! There're barrels of pitch in the cave" she said gasping for breath "If we manage to bring it here we can use it as fuel, so the fire lives longer!"
Running again, she went to the refactory, looking for Betsy
"Betsy! We need you help!" she called, her foice high for the adrenaline and the desesperation