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"Alright everyone, get back to your duties!" Cromwell shouted and the men slowly started to scatter.

You stood there and awkwardly twiddled with your fingers as you waited to be able to speak with Alric who was in talks with Cromwell and with the man whom you recognised as Sir Foecourt.

"Lady Malevus." Langston interrupted your thoughts again. "I heard you didn't organise the moving of the casualties, instead left it to the servants. They were late, the first group should have left at noon. What were you doing? I gave you an order, didn't I?"


>You prioritised the patients that need the care over those who can be moved. They need you more.
>The servants are more than capable at moving and organising the transportation. Besides you are a healer and a squire. Not a logistics officer.
>Apologise to him, you had hoped to treat the patients first, but ran out of time.
>Technically he has no power over you. You serve different people, he isn't a knight and last time you checked a Prince is above a mere Lord.
>Other, write in.

>Keep this between the two of you. No need to get others involved.
>Call Alric here, he should side with you and settle this for you.
>Make a scene of how rudely he had interrupted you earlier.
>Stomp on his toes.