Rikard left Kat and the infirmary behind and headed for the quartermaster to gather supplies for his journey. After all he had to travel cross country and Derega is and always will be a big nation. Besides, he didn't like to stop when traveling, he was there to create chaos, not see the sights. As he was receiving the supplues from the quartermaster he felt an icy chill run down his neck and spine as the hairs on his body all rose. What now? He thought as he turned to face his icy prince. "yes, Lord?" he asked actually curious. "I need you to send someone else in your place to the west, I need you here." As always the young prince didn't beat around the bush and flat out gave orders without hesitation. "Sir, I do believe to be best suited for this assignment and you yourself strained its importance." What he said wasn't a lie, he was best suited, but that wasn't the reason he pushed for the job, at the moment he prefered to stay some distance away from Katalena. "What you say is true, but things could be set in motion in the near future, I need you here to keep me up to date on all reports of all your spies so we can strategize accordingly. I expect you to be working peacefully with Katalena in these matters." He stressed peacefully "Do I make myself clear?" "Great." Rikard mumbled "Do I make myself clear?" "Crystal, sir, it will be done, sir." "Good!" and with that he left. Rikard dropped the supplies back into the quartermaster's capable hands as he grumbled some profanities under his breath. He was stuck here now, with Katalena and Laurentius being his ball and chain. He needed a drink if nothing else and was quick to search, and find, some off duty soldiers drinking and gambling. Rikard squeezed in and engaged with them in their little jolly celebration.