He could not belive his eyes. He were walking around the camp with is new found friend, not a farmer or merchant and not a Noble, just a warrior like himself.

-Look at theese men. Peasants and farmers as far as the eye can see, wering their rusty swords and third generation armor. This can't turn out well.

-Perhaps, but at least we will do our duty, hopefully our skill and honor will shine upon them with the help of God.

They aproached the Lieutenant's tent....