In the time following the arrival of your news, you do your best to think of what to do. You think about sending your cavalry to perform a flanking maneuver, to attack after they dedicate most of their forces to an attack! But of course, the rampart is not so close so as to allow the horses to jump in, and even if it was, they could not go down the other side; they could dismount, but given the difference in numbers between a troop of horse and a proper regiment of foot, it would be all but suicide.

You think, then, about breaking in through the seaside while your arquebusiers rained down fire to suppress the foe. But still so, that would risk your troops of being caught in a chokepoint, where they would be nothing but target practice for the enemy's missilemen - and if they had grenades, it would be even worse, though you admit that to be exceedingly unlikely.

You would wish to believe your plans would have worked, and indeed, they had no great flaws you can think of, but all of them would have cost a hefty portion of the few men your army possesses. In the end, after all consideration, you decide it is simply not worth it to attack Anaggia, and decide to leave them to themselves. As your army continues its march to the road east, you can hear some grumbling from the soldiers who had without a doubt been looking forward to sacking a town for all it was worth, but you reckon they'll shut up once their next salaries come.

It is the day after your 'standoff' and 'pass' at Anaggia, and you are on the road once more, planning your upcoming week. Because you chose to only carry two weeks worth of supply, did not forage, and avoided Anaggia, you are running low on supplies. With two rivers between you and the town of Isedia, even a single day of lateness could spell mean your army going hungry, something you certainly wish to avoid.

"There is no other way to put it, Don Alessandro, but we must begin foraging operations." says Provençal, your Quartermaster. "Though I myself wished to keep the soldiery from the insidious honey of pillaged riches, to see them starve would simply drive the men to rash action. I suggest you assign at least two units to foraging efforts to maintain our supplies."

In other matters, it was finally november, and that meant payday. All across camp, soldiers lined up as your captains and sargeants distibuted them their money, taken from your warchest. Most men were paid in Regnes, a silver coin which was vastly for matters too expensive for the humble copper Comtat yet too cheap for the Imperii. Though your regiment was bereft of them, you have heard of lare armies having entire moneylending circles, civilians who accompanied these men with the purpose of exchanging their more expensive denominations for cheaper ones they could use to buy all manner of foods and services with.

You had avoided battle for now, but it was a long path to Montechia, and you had only begun.