Braz grumbles from up in the upper tunnel something about impatient knights and then ill fate that awaits them, then calls down "Nah, I need a few more minutes to finish up the surprise I have brewing up here."
Braz finishes up his nasty surprise and you leave the noisy mill machines and a newly made orcrat graveyard behind. The tunnel smells of rot and bear, but soon you find the exit, which comes out on some high ground in a stand of trees near the mill complex. From here you can see the Orcrats massing for a run at the mill. They are perhaps 100' away and making for the entrance to the mill in small groups covering each other with missile weapons.
"Nay lad. let my trap spring on them, then when they come running out, then we charge. Or we could start picking them off from here. Take down quite a few since we have the high ground." says Braz patting his trusty crossbow and lining up a shot.
Alarion nods thoughtfully. "Those of you with bows can give them a volley or two, to soften them up. If they charge, Darius, Soulfetter, and I can return the favor."
Brae nods, drawing his crossbow and fitting a bolt into the track. He looks for a good place to take cover and sights his weapon in on one of the orcrats.