Lambs to the Slaughter

Sire, the gates are besieged!

There is no hope; the city walls are breached, the commander has been felled, and the inner compound has little more than a skeleton crew to defend against another wave.

We must abandon the city and flee through the dungeons; there is no other choice.

We shall all be killed, slaughtered like lambs, so Sire, we must retreat.