A messenger walks into the great hall and hands a message to Alexandre. Upon reading Alexandre signals a maid to bring 2 drinks and he sits at the edge of the map.

Word has come from scouts watching Caen and Bordeaux. Aparently we underestamated the strength of the english occupation forces. They now poccess armies 3 times as large as anything we have. I don't think we can do very much accept hope they don't want the rest of France.

Alexandre downs 1 of his drinks and puts his arm around the serving girl.

I think I'll take my drink upstairs and relax in the company of this lovly young lady before the war horn sounds at our gates. Excuse me gentlemen.