Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20200902021226/@comment-31336039-20200902122538

Fayard was working in his tent. Managing the schedule of the men under his command among other tasks. He didn't like the situation at all, since nothing really benefit him here. Between being an invader occupying those foreign lands, ensuring the loyalty of the indigenous and avoiding being corrupted. There was a lot of frustration for him since he enlist to get revenge on Lescatie, for all he lost there, and not to harass unrelated civilians on another continent.

But it was now his responsability to keep things working here. Without forgetting that he had to be as wary of his subordinates as he was of the religious fanatics. The slightest mistake, the slightest criticism could put him in a delicate situation. An accident quickly happened to a small landless nobleman, especially without strong political support nor family.

He did not really regret having allowed the forced laborers to flee, be they monsters or humans. But he had made himself suspicious in the eyes of many, despite the fact that he claimed to have used them as a diversion to spare the soldiers from the arachnoid monsters raid. He thought about them from time to time. Wondering if they had found shelter from the hostilities.

But his biggest current headache came from one particular person. A dragon zombie who came to visit him from time to time. He had contrary thoughts about her. Since she was a monster and an undead at that, she should be a hainous ennemy in need of slaying. And yet... he was still alive in spite of everything that had happened.