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Winter Solstice; during campaign
Tonight was a night normally filled with celebration; with dancing, laughter, music… nobles and commoners alike, sharing drink and cheer. Not so this time. Even back home in L’Renouille a general subdued atmosphere likely prevailed.
The war Luca had incited had not gone as planned. Now, thanks to the now-deceased mad Prince, their country was on the verge of being wiped out completely. Even the seemingly infallible Leon Silverberg had not been able to come up with a strategy that could turn the tables. They would never tell their subordinates that, though. The desperation that had settled over their snowy camp was… nearly impenetrable.
Tonight soldiers had been given a slight reprieve to lift their spirits. Not much in the way of alcohol, but enough that they had quiet get togethers spread over the camp.
Culgan’s gaze wandered from the chainmail he had been taking care of to Seed. They weren’t near a town, so there was no woman warming the general’s bed. An uncharacteristically serious expression was on his friend’s face as he studied the maps. Without a second thought he set his chain down and stood, then moved over to set his hands over the map.
When Seed’s eyes met his own, the communication was unspoken. They both donned their cloaks and swords, then exited the tent to walk for perhaps one of the last times they ever would amongst their men. Upon reaching the edge of the camp they simply stood there, letting silence reign. They were best friends, they would be until the end.
Tonight was a night normally filled with celebration; with dancing, laughter, music… nobles and commoners alike, sharing drink and cheer. Not so this time. Even back home in L’Renouille a general subdued atmosphere likely prevailed.
The war Luca had incited had not gone as planned. Now, thanks to the now-deceased mad Prince, their country was on the verge of being wiped out completely. Even the seemingly infallible Leon Silverberg had not been able to come up with a strategy that could turn the tables. They would never tell their subordinates that, though. The desperation that had settled over their snowy camp was… nearly impenetrable.
Tonight soldiers had been given a slight reprieve to lift their spirits. Not much in the way of alcohol, but enough that they had quiet get togethers spread over the camp.
Culgan’s gaze wandered from the chainmail he had been taking care of to Seed. They weren’t near a town, so there was no woman warming the general’s bed. An uncharacteristically serious expression was on his friend’s face as he studied the maps. Without a second thought he set his chain down and stood, then moved over to set his hands over the map.
When Seed’s eyes met his own, the communication was unspoken. They both donned their cloaks and swords, then exited the tent to walk for perhaps one of the last times they ever would amongst their men. Upon reaching the edge of the camp they simply stood there, letting silence reign. They were best friends, they would be until the end.