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Waldo arrives at a fortress under siege, but this isn’t the quiet, tense kind of battle you read about in old scrolls. This one is loud, messy, and somehow weirdly cheerful. Armies in red, blue, yellow, and every bright color imaginable are charging, slipping, shouting, laughing, dropping shields, picking them up again, and plunging back into the fight as if this is just another day out.
On the walls, people cheer and argue while buckets tip, ladders crash, and fighters pile on top of each other in pure comic chaos. Down on the rocks, soldiers try to storm the gates while others tumble into the water. Every corner is moving. Every direction is noise.
Wenda is somewhere in the thick of it, trying to make sense of which side is doing what.
Odlaw slipped into the confusion instantly, using the riot of shields and helmets to vanish where you least expect him.
The Wizard wandered toward the battlements, muttering something about “historical accuracy,” which no one here seems to care about.
And Waldo?
He walked right into this colorful disaster as calmly as ever.
He’s here.
All four are here.
Finding them in a battlefield this crowded is its own adventure.