Brother added another log to the fire and sipped on a piping hot cup of coffee. It was dark and bitter as the Beast himself.
He stood up and stretched. It had been tough training with Commander Nicholas every day, but it set the example that no one was exempt from service if they lived in Northwich.
Emerson Berengar was not as young as some youngsters and it took a little time to recover. Morale was heightened every time he engaged on the parade ground so he would continue. Netty, his wife was not too thrilled about all the bruises and complaining, however.
A practical man, he knew one way or the other, he would be paying taxes to someone, but he would not allow Northwich to be ravaged by war if he could help it. The Carsiolians were overwintering right on the southeastern border of La Longi with a force some 1200 strong. These would be seasoned soldiers, a tip of the spear meant to assess the strength of La Longi.
Commander Nicholas sent a messenger to the king of La Longi with no response. In fact, he was turned away at the gate. Rumors were spreading that there was no longer a king and the king’s alchemist was running the operation.
Patrols of minions had been reported, but not seen by the messenger.
James Rainport had mustered his nobles and was not available as he had taken his men afield.
The men of Silverfinch felt they stood to gain by the chaos of war and would sellsword themselves to the strongest side. Brother considered leveling Silverfinch himself, but demonstrated restraint.
The O’Hagans on the other hand were spoiling for a fight if there was one to be had. Conquer or die was their motto and they conveyed five words to Northwich. “Smite them hip and thigh.”
Turlough, their silvery haired leader would fight an armored man with a stout stick without much provocation.
Brother chuckled at the O’Hagan message. Indeed they would fight if necessary. Diplomatic means would be Brother’s first route, but blood would likely be shed in Carsiolian interaction.