As the days went on, the outcome of the siege seemed to become clearer and clear to Perseus.
And when a particularly hard blizzard hit them around the first week of December, the same one that made Alxx stop his journey, the attacks stopped completely.
The weather was too serious and visibility too poor to conduct any type of offensives.
And so Perseus simply sat in his tent with his chin on his palm, thinking and ruminating, all wrapped up in thick clothing and even a fur blanket, while a raging fire burned inside the room to make it a bit more bearable to live in.
But even then it was quite cold.
Though the chilly temperature did nothing to alleviate the hot temper of the man as he was predictably in a bad good.
His 'divine weapons' were proving to be less than effective, he had a bunch of dead bodies with nothing to show for it, while his soldiers mostly sat around in their tents, doing nothing.