Gaetan storms in, clearly frustrated. He goes to a shelf and pulls out a map, and several pieces representing the armies of the Empire and the Royaume, and lays them out so all can see.

"Forgive my mood - I have many things to attend to at the moment, and will begin speaking with our King as soon as possible regarding how best to handle the situation."

"As of right now, there are two large German armies, the largest of which is within 2-3 season's march of Bruges, and is commanded by a competent general no less. The smaller, but far from less threatening army is located near Metz, and is easily within a single Season's march of the Castle."

"As of right now, I have no men under my command except you brother knights, and then only Half of you may show up. We would be next to useless if we are sieged, and with the current Seneschal antagonizing the English, I do not feel comfortable taking men away from Bruges."

"I would have us harry the larger army - sap them on their march to Bruges or Paris as it may be, so when they arrive, the combined might of the Order and any defenders we are allotted will suffice in crushing them. The Royaume must come first, and I hope my Duc shall forgive me as he must fight them alone."

Gaetan slam's his fist into the table, causing the pieces to tumble, as he turns to head out the door.

"I have another matter to attend to - it seems that when it rains, it must also pour."