Fiends of flesh and fur claw at the ragged line of survivors. People are dragged into the trees to never be seen again and you know it will not take long now that the Deepwood has woken. Between cleaving arcs of your weapons you look back at the gates. There is no hope of them opening if they fear a breach, even for Oathsworn. You spy the guard captain atop the walls staring defiantly at the refugees. He looks back over his shoulder for a moment and draws back, bowing fearfully. In his place glides the unmistakable form of one of the Watchers. Draped in black robes and a heavy weighted cowl, you cannot see its face beneath the hood, but you can feel its gaze upon you. It continues considering, and after a moment raises its raven headed staff. The gates begin to grind open.

The captain of the guard rushes to set warriors at the opening and you bellow for the survivors to "run for the gates!" With your backs to the city at the rear of the line, you stand as a shield for the survivors, and as the last few step through you bolt for the opening.