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"I would be glad to." he replied courteously. As he [Aramadis] joined her in walking to the caravan he inquired further, "What's the purpose of the caravan? Why does Barvelle need military aid?"
Ilsa nodded briefly as they walked, unsure of exactly how much to tell the man she had just met. "We don't have much information right now. Barvelle recently came under attack by a summoner," she explained. "Luckily they held their own. We are sending support in case they get hit harder." Ilsa selectively chose to exclude the portion regarding artifacts from the cataclysm.
As they headed towards the gathering caravan on the outskirts of the city, Ilsa's eye was caught by a tall auburn-haired man, green and brown clothes sticking out like a sore thumb against the grays, blues, and otherwise pale colors of the backdrop of Aldus. "Excuse me one moment," she said to the man walking beside her as she approached the redheaded man. "Excuse me, sir. I am Ilsa Lisbon, Guard Captain of the Aldus Watch and leader of tomorrow's military expedition to Barvelle. You seem a capable man and a worthy addition to the caravan if you're willing. Time is running short - please follow me if you'd like to join."
Ilsa kept it brief, motioning for the man to follow as she turned and continued to move towards the caravan. Nightfall was coming and she wanted to get a sense of the numbers before everyone turned in for their last night in Aldus.
Arriving to the fields, she was approached and greeted by Warren, of the Aldus Watch. "Good to see you, Ser Ilsa." She nodded a greeting to her colleague, motioning for the men following her here from the town square to seek another Guard for direction or to fall into formation as she and Warren broke off, heading towards the front of the caravan. "How many do we have?" Ilsa inquired.
"Just over 100. Mostly fighters, but several mages and scholars are intent on coming as well." Contemplation was apparent on Ilsa's face as they arrived near the front of the caravan, where she approached her horse and took hold of the reins. "Accounting for a few to have changes of heart between now and the time we leave, that will be about 90 men and women," Ilsa estimated, to a nod of her fellow Guardsman. "Let's hope that's enough for Barvelle." With that, she slid her foot into the stirrup of her horse and hoisted herself into the saddle, looking out at the expedition which slowly quieted upon Ilsa's arrival.
An immense sense of pride washed over her as she looked over the mixed crew that made up their makeshift military company. Virtually every profession of Aldus from stonemason to shoemaker was represented. Where any others might have been nervous to speak before the expedition, Ilsa instead found an overwhelming reassurance. Pax circled the company in flight high above them. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.
"I am Ser Ilsa Lisbon. Many of you know me as the Guard Captain of the Aldus Watch. I've been tasked with gathering you all so that we may support our capital city of Barvelle, which has recently fallen under attack. Make no mistake, citizens of Aldus: when we depart at first light on the morrow, no longer will we be citizens. We will be soldiers. We may see combat, and we may see death. While we must all do our best and watch out for each other, I cannot guarantee your survival."
Ilsa waited, wanting to let that sink in.
"If that gives you pause, I assure you there is no shame in remaining here in Aldus. We will disperse overnight. Stay in your beds, in your homes. Rest up. Enjoy your time with your children, husbands, wives, friends and family. Those of you still willing to risk losing that for the Northern Archon and for Pegulis, we will regather here and I will see you here before daybreak tomorrow."
Ilsa nodded briefly as they walked, unsure of exactly how much to tell the man she had just met. "We don't have much information right now. Barvelle recently came under attack by a summoner," she explained. "Luckily they held their own. We are sending support in case they get hit harder." Ilsa selectively chose to exclude the portion regarding artifacts from the cataclysm.
As they headed towards the gathering caravan on the outskirts of the city, Ilsa's eye was caught by a tall auburn-haired man, green and brown clothes sticking out like a sore thumb against the grays, blues, and otherwise pale colors of the backdrop of Aldus. "Excuse me one moment," she said to the man walking beside her as she approached the redheaded man. "Excuse me, sir. I am Ilsa Lisbon, Guard Captain of the Aldus Watch and leader of tomorrow's military expedition to Barvelle. You seem a capable man and a worthy addition to the caravan if you're willing. Time is running short - please follow me if you'd like to join."
Ilsa kept it brief, motioning for the man to follow as she turned and continued to move towards the caravan. Nightfall was coming and she wanted to get a sense of the numbers before everyone turned in for their last night in Aldus.
Arriving to the fields, she was approached and greeted by Warren, of the Aldus Watch. "Good to see you, Ser Ilsa." She nodded a greeting to her colleague, motioning for the men following her here from the town square to seek another Guard for direction or to fall into formation as she and Warren broke off, heading towards the front of the caravan. "How many do we have?" Ilsa inquired.
"Just over 100. Mostly fighters, but several mages and scholars are intent on coming as well." Contemplation was apparent on Ilsa's face as they arrived near the front of the caravan, where she approached her horse and took hold of the reins. "Accounting for a few to have changes of heart between now and the time we leave, that will be about 90 men and women," Ilsa estimated, to a nod of her fellow Guardsman. "Let's hope that's enough for Barvelle." With that, she slid her foot into the stirrup of her horse and hoisted herself into the saddle, looking out at the expedition which slowly quieted upon Ilsa's arrival.
An immense sense of pride washed over her as she looked over the mixed crew that made up their makeshift military company. Virtually every profession of Aldus from stonemason to shoemaker was represented. Where any others might have been nervous to speak before the expedition, Ilsa instead found an overwhelming reassurance. Pax circled the company in flight high above them. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.
"I am Ser Ilsa Lisbon. Many of you know me as the Guard Captain of the Aldus Watch. I've been tasked with gathering you all so that we may support our capital city of Barvelle, which has recently fallen under attack. Make no mistake, citizens of Aldus: when we depart at first light on the morrow, no longer will we be citizens. We will be soldiers. We may see combat, and we may see death. While we must all do our best and watch out for each other, I cannot guarantee your survival."
Ilsa waited, wanting to let that sink in.
"If that gives you pause, I assure you there is no shame in remaining here in Aldus. We will disperse overnight. Stay in your beds, in your homes. Rest up. Enjoy your time with your children, husbands, wives, friends and family. Those of you still willing to risk losing that for the Northern Archon and for Pegulis, we will regather here and I will see you here before daybreak tomorrow."