And for what? So some petty noble can add another medal to his shirt?” he sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the captain let out a disdainful grunt. He has no real combat experience- and if we wait, the Horde positions will be reinforced. The lieutenant was in shock, and shook his head. He paused, and then added with a hint of venom: “Tomorrow.” “Word just came from command by runner an hour ago- we’re to wait until Brigadier Alphonse arrives,” he elaborated. The captain standing behind a command table derisively tossed down a stack of correspondence paperwork to slide a few inches across the table. “Sir, our forces are deployed and ready to launch our assault.” He hardly paused between saluting and speaking.
A man entered the command tent, wearing lieutenant’s insignia.
