Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170312192512

Marcus walks in circles as he reads a report on Conrad's remaining army.

"Forces have congregated on the southern banks of-" His voice tapers off as he mumbles the rest of the report, swirling a glass of dark liquor in his freehand. After reading the full report he crumples up the paper and tosses it into the hearth. He thinks for a moment about pursuing the remaining army, sipping from his glass as does.

Throughout the house everyone is doing their day-to-day routines. The children play, Samia is enjoying a warm cup of tea and maids pace back and forth from one task to another. Marcus plops into his desk chair as he continues to think.

[It would make me a butcher to run those men down, but it must be done. Regardless of what the world may think they need to be permanently disbanded, otherwise they could continue to harass small villages and terrorize people.]