Welcome to the Campfire.
There was a fight last night. The guards and scouts went out and attacked the brigands while they were in camp, catching them by surprise.
The brigand camp they attacked is no longer inhabited. I will write about James Rainport and his valor in battle in my account to the king. He led the attack on my direction. He exceeded expectations in leadership on this one. I will tell him this myself.
The wet behind the ears guards and scouts that followed James into battle can tell the story when they return to the Kingdom on rotation.
It is their story to tell.
It was bloody…. For the brigands. There were a few injuries on our side. Small wounds can get infected. I will give direction for appropriate sanitation and wound care.
It was over as quickly as it began. It is good that we had a win.
I told the guards we need more of a challenge next time and they laughed. They are in good spirits.
One newer soldier will be titled Sir Brown Bottom for a while. Oh well, fear motivates at times.
( prior to the battle last night)
YOU DID NOT LET ME GO WHEN IT WAS LIGHT. I TOLD YOU WHEN IT IS DARK I WILL BE STRONG. YOU HURT MY LEG WITH A TRAP. YOU STABBED ME WITH SILVER.
WHO PAID YOU TO HURT MY LEG?
“Larry” The brigand sobs out the name.
YOU ARE WEAK. I AM BEAST. I EAT PREDATOR FLESH. YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS TORMENTED ME LAST NIGHT AND ALL DAY TODAY. YOU THOUGHT YOUR CORDAGE WOULD HOLD ME.
NOW I HOLD YOU.
“I… I am sorry”
WHO IS LARRY?
“He…. He lives in Northwich”
BROTHER WOULD BE UPSET IF I TORE YOU APART. YOU ARE TENDER MEAT. YOU ARE A TENDER LITTLE MAN.
RUN IN TERROR LITTLE BRIGAND.
(A terrified brigand runs.)