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Jalapenohitchhiker
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"Two thousand and forty eight, my lord." The number rang like an annoying bell tower in his head. Two thousand and forty eight men. The losses were stifling and he thought for a moment that he might lose his stomach. It had taken the lieutenants all evening to count up the losses from their respective regiments, so he had been expecting heavy losses. But two thousand? He wondered what the toll to the northmen had been and if they had already regrouped on the other side of the forest.
His thoughts were interrupted, however, as Amira walked into his council tent. Captain Barvin came in after her, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, my lord. I tried to stop her." Hadrian huffed with frustration and stood up. "I am holding council right now," he said sternly to his daughter. "You are not to disturb my tent at this time."
His thoughts were interrupted, however, as Amira walked into his council tent. Captain Barvin came in after her, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, my lord. I tried to stop her." Hadrian huffed with frustration and stood up. "I am holding council right now," he said sternly to his daughter. "You are not to disturb my tent at this time."