Tinsley Family/RP/Longing for Battle
Longing for Battle (where Willem thinks about the battlefield and reads some message)
There was a longing in Willem's heart. He had not seen battle in what seemed like weeks. With the administration of the new region, with holding courts, with having to deal with priests of other realms and not step on their toes, he was too busy to move out with his army. Or what used to be his army.
He suspected that some agents from Eston were behind the dismantling of the army structure in Falasan. But then he thought that the Estonites weren't that clever. They must have hired on some of their mercenary friends. It would be difficult, seeing as how the lands of Eston were being plundered. Perhaps some deep pockets were being emptied. He really didn't have time to think of all the reasons behind it. He knew that the men and women that he called his brothers and sisters in the Black Army would still consider themselves that. But he missed being by their side in battle.
Having just arrived in Barad Gardor, there was a bundle of messages awaiting him. Arriving on tax day, he raced to the financial institution as his men were a little short on funds. After paying them, he had Captain Hagen take them to the smiths for weapon and armor repair. That hour he spent reading the messages. Scout report here, region report there. Battle reports. Dondor. He tore that one open. She wasn't injured. Dame Ilya had either been lucky or had improved her skills. He thought it was a combination of the two.
He fingered the medallion that she had given him, slipped it back under his tunic, gathered his men and headed back towards the clerks of Amdor.
