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“Thank you, I appreciate what both of you have said.” You told them and ran your hands through your hair to keep it behind your head. You had taken your armour to not let the lightweight tire you down and stood in front of your officers in only your black arming jacket and trousers.
“So what’s next?” Lord Blackmoore asked. He was rather drunk, having found more wine and beer to drink, he had kept his drinking habits up during and after the battle, happily staying away from everything. Except trying to insert himself next to the officers to share some of their honour and glory with him.
“We have to get the wounded back to our base camp.” You told him and stared at him with your green eyes. “The men deserve it, they carried us all this far.”
The rain continued to drop on the tarp as a brazier burned some excess wood, bits and pieces of the gnoll weapon handles and such.
“We have organised it all, it will just take time.” Captain Maxwell said back. “Probably through the night.”
“That is better than I expected.” You said and sighed. “What about the gnolls?”
“The ones we took prisoners are still bound and watched.” Langston said to you. “They didn’t try much during the fighting.”
“Thank you, I didn’t even think of them, but those who managed to escape.” You said.
“We killed those who were around, but we didn’t try to follow them into the woods.” Sir Foecourt replied. The Durnholder knight seemed tired after a day of fighting. “The men and their horses are tired. Not many of us have the strength remaining.”
“Did you spot a gnoll wearing a hood and a cloak?” You asked him.
“No, should we have?”
“One of the warlocks serving the gnoll chief managed to escape. I cut its chest open, but that didn’t kill it.” You replied to him.
“Prince Alric, we counted the bodies before we started to burn them. Three hundred of them lay dead on the mud before we started clearing them out.” Cromwell told you.
Three hundred? How many gnolls would remain alive after all of this? You had exterminated their warband, their raiders, cleared their camp and defeated their mage and chieftain. Whatever remained couldn’t pose a serious threat against you.
>Ask about your own casualties. What is the butcher’s bill?
>What of the loot, has there been a count made of all the spoils?
>Order pursuit come next morning, no one will escape from you. The gnolls will be eliminated.
>Have the Expeditionary Force to retreat from the field come tomorrow. The men need rest and healing, that is your priority now with the gnolls defeated.
>Other, write in.
“Thank you, I appreciate what both of you have said.” You told them and ran your hands through your hair to keep it behind your head. You had taken your armour to not let the lightweight tire you down and stood in front of your officers in only your black arming jacket and trousers.
“So what’s next?” Lord Blackmoore asked. He was rather drunk, having found more wine and beer to drink, he had kept his drinking habits up during and after the battle, happily staying away from everything. Except trying to insert himself next to the officers to share some of their honour and glory with him.
“We have to get the wounded back to our base camp.” You told him and stared at him with your green eyes. “The men deserve it, they carried us all this far.”
The rain continued to drop on the tarp as a brazier burned some excess wood, bits and pieces of the gnoll weapon handles and such.
“We have organised it all, it will just take time.” Captain Maxwell said back. “Probably through the night.”
“That is better than I expected.” You said and sighed. “What about the gnolls?”
“The ones we took prisoners are still bound and watched.” Langston said to you. “They didn’t try much during the fighting.”
“Thank you, I didn’t even think of them, but those who managed to escape.” You said.
“We killed those who were around, but we didn’t try to follow them into the woods.” Sir Foecourt replied. The Durnholder knight seemed tired after a day of fighting. “The men and their horses are tired. Not many of us have the strength remaining.”
“Did you spot a gnoll wearing a hood and a cloak?” You asked him.
“No, should we have?”
“One of the warlocks serving the gnoll chief managed to escape. I cut its chest open, but that didn’t kill it.” You replied to him.
“Prince Alric, we counted the bodies before we started to burn them. Three hundred of them lay dead on the mud before we started clearing them out.” Cromwell told you.
Three hundred? How many gnolls would remain alive after all of this? You had exterminated their warband, their raiders, cleared their camp and defeated their mage and chieftain. Whatever remained couldn’t pose a serious threat against you.
>Ask about your own casualties. What is the butcher’s bill?
>What of the loot, has there been a count made of all the spoils?
>Order pursuit come next morning, no one will escape from you. The gnolls will be eliminated.
>Have the Expeditionary Force to retreat from the field come tomorrow. The men need rest and healing, that is your priority now with the gnolls defeated.
>Other, write in.
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