((Anders, Christer, Henrik, Lars))
A moderately successful sneak to and up the walls of Brinewall - the last person up asked 'Are we supposed to sneak now?' - led to a battle against a large number of defenders. Three Corbys, two ogrekin, one Corby cleric, a shadow mastiff and of course a radiantly beautiful harpy that repeatedly tried to peacefully contact the characters, but was always attacked in return. The situation looked dire at several occasions - when the alchemist was scared off the wall for several rounds, when characters dropped like flies, several times each, but, somehow, they prevailed. As the last defender fell, they retreated to their camp, hoping to return later.