"That night, the Stag Army committed everything," he said dully. "They rained fire from the sky. Threw their army at the walls. It was… a bloodbath." Vaduin took a careful breath. "The walls of the city stood. Burned and gutted, it stood, and never fell. They found Varistan burned and half-crushed by a trebuchet stone, but like his city, he didn't die. I…"
