Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24784616-20140426160422

(Didn't see you delete it, my bad.)

Byerik and Augka were walking around the University, trying to find everyone else.

"...You were made a councilman? Who would of thought the little milk-drinker in the group would become more successful than half of us?"

Byerik laughed in a sheepish tone. "It's not like I'm- wait, over there," he stopped, pointing after he spotted Raddan. "Raddan? What in the.. you were out there fighting?"

"Of course I was, boy!" he said loudly, wincing as he was cleaning a bad cut on his chest. "I'm the damned captain, it's my duty."

"Right, sorry. Did we.. lose a lot of men?"

"Aye.. when I made it outside, their bodies were scattered everywhere. Now we're left with the survivors and those laggard recruits I got with the draft."

"Don't you worry about it," Augka said, "we may have lost a lot of the city guard, but we still have High Rock's army and my own, no? We still have plenty of men to defend the city and plenty to send out into the battlefield."

"I suppose you're right," Raddan responded grimly. There was pause for a few moments, when a courier appeared.

"Raddan, sir! I have a report from one of your men!" he announced in a high-pitched voice. He handed Raddan the letter, and ran back outside. He opened it, reading it's contents.

"Thank the gods.." he sighed in relief. "Our defense back was the fort was a victory.

"See? We still have hope for this war," Augka said. "I'll leave you two to it, I need to go check on the soldiers." She turned and left the Nords.