I was a footman with raiding force that wanted to reclaim it's land from evil warlords. I had a chainmal, throwing axe and a hand axe. The fort was surrounded by huge, circular wall made of wood logs. The entrance wasn't heavily guarded - women of different age with throwing axes. With my group we rushed to battle, avoiding their thrown weapons. I let only one of the women alive. She seemed somehow familiar, she had long blonde hair and was tall. We let her free and moved onward, to find ourselves a shelter for the night before striking warlord next day. We've found safe spot inside an abandoned shed and fallen asleep.