They had to rethink how they would do this. The last attempt at entering the city had been a disaster on all levels, really, with the undead being almost unstoppable.
It was not a rout, they told themselves, but they all knew the truth really.
To this end, a new band has been assembled, more heavily equipped, better funded (from where, noone yet felt able to ask Rothmann) and the initial approach to the walls of the city more planned, this time approaching from the more often used Palesovan trade road.
However, that is not to say that this will make things any easier, as that road passes through the deep forests of the region, with multiple winding routes. Indeed, this appalling weather has all but washed out the path and made slogging through it in any semblance of order highly difficult. The wagon constantly slipping into puddle holes and having to be pushed out, let alone that constant greasy rain that soaks everything completely and keeps the ground sodden.
They have not been unobserved, they knew, but there was always going to be something out there. Quite what they could about it other than hope for getting to the next village with no problems? Damn this weather, just keep the men alert!