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"We'll go with two weeks", you state. "Although I do not wish to surrender our sustenance entirely to the enemy, is this not the wealthiest of lands in Mauva? I see no reason why we should not make use of the great bounty that the Splendour has offered to the people who live here."
Your officers nod in agreement. It shall be done.
In the following day, your army, having received its orders, readies to leave. You seize the two weeks worth of supply from the granaries of Panergo, and leave whatever else to be collected by the Third Fleet whanever they arrive. You had asked Hugues if it was necessary to burn it and deny the spoils to the foe, but he reasoned that the supplies would be better used by the navy, or perhaps ferried to the sieging soldiers in Montechia. In the end, you leave the city well-fed, well-rested, and ready to take on the cruelties of the field of war.
Your regiment sets off early, following the dirt road east. As you trot upon your horse, ill-fitting armor slapping ever-so-slightly against your skin, your mind wanders back home. It has been nearly two months since your departure. Your brother, who had been made regent in your stead, must have his hands full, dealing with merchants and other noblemen. You feel pity for him, of course; though he takes it well, it must not be easy to go through life with a body as frail as his. You had wished to write him, back at Panergo, but you did not find the time between your preparations. If you wish to write to your brother, you'll have to wait until you have stationed your regiment another port.
Your musings are interrupted when the army finally stops its march for the day, already some distance from Panergo. While your servants begin to set up your tent, you go on ahead to meet with your officers in order to plan your division of tasks for the week. As you enter the tent, Hugues and Provençal call you over, ever the dutiful ones. Hunched over a table, they motion to you several maps and tables filled with writing.
"We are no longer in friendly territory, sire." says Hugues. "From here on out, we shall have to truly act as an army. Although we defeated the Condottieri of Panergo, I would be surprise if we did not find other forces loyal to the Fortelli scattered about the countryside."
"I understand, Hugues. What are we do decide for the week?"
"Well..."
Your officers nod in agreement. It shall be done.
In the following day, your army, having received its orders, readies to leave. You seize the two weeks worth of supply from the granaries of Panergo, and leave whatever else to be collected by the Third Fleet whanever they arrive. You had asked Hugues if it was necessary to burn it and deny the spoils to the foe, but he reasoned that the supplies would be better used by the navy, or perhaps ferried to the sieging soldiers in Montechia. In the end, you leave the city well-fed, well-rested, and ready to take on the cruelties of the field of war.
Your regiment sets off early, following the dirt road east. As you trot upon your horse, ill-fitting armor slapping ever-so-slightly against your skin, your mind wanders back home. It has been nearly two months since your departure. Your brother, who had been made regent in your stead, must have his hands full, dealing with merchants and other noblemen. You feel pity for him, of course; though he takes it well, it must not be easy to go through life with a body as frail as his. You had wished to write him, back at Panergo, but you did not find the time between your preparations. If you wish to write to your brother, you'll have to wait until you have stationed your regiment another port.
Your musings are interrupted when the army finally stops its march for the day, already some distance from Panergo. While your servants begin to set up your tent, you go on ahead to meet with your officers in order to plan your division of tasks for the week. As you enter the tent, Hugues and Provençal call you over, ever the dutiful ones. Hunched over a table, they motion to you several maps and tables filled with writing.
"We are no longer in friendly territory, sire." says Hugues. "From here on out, we shall have to truly act as an army. Although we defeated the Condottieri of Panergo, I would be surprise if we did not find other forces loyal to the Fortelli scattered about the countryside."
"I understand, Hugues. What are we do decide for the week?"
"Well..."
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