The injured all but outnumber the healthy as you march homewards. As you turn in your saddle to look back to the east, you are suddenly overcome by a feeling that you narrowly avoided a terrible fate.
You reach the fords without incident, and from there the city is but a short march away.
Summer, 3 PC
Warm sunlight bathes the streets of Kralicanev as your troops march in through the gate. The gathered crowds are somewhat taken aback by the number of injured or missing soldiers, but then somewhat eager to see the cartloads of loot that follow them. The treasurer is particularly happy to see them, and quickly squirrels the most precious items into the vault.
Congratulations! Queen Erin has completed a campaign. Due to the mixed success, it shall be known as the Usyan Plains Foray
No sooner have you stripped off your armour and reclined on your throne than the Advisor appears.
"Several matters require your attention, my Queen. Your commanders notify you that they will require at least a season's rest for the injured to return to duty, and request permission to start drafting citizens to make up lost numbers. What shall I tell them?"
A-Yes, I need to replenish my forces. The people shall do their duty.
B-We need more soldiers, but I only want volunteers.
C-They will have to make do with what they have.
"Very good, Dragonslayer. Another matter for your attention is a number of petitioners who are gathered in the antechamber. The Architect is here with a new proposal, and the Armoursmith has heard of your recent windfall and comes to offer his services. Lastly, there is a strange man, who arrived a week ago on a large cart, escorted by a bodyguard of half a dozen knights. He refuses to say what he wants to any but the Queen herself. Who shall you speak to first, if any?"
A-Intriguing! Send in the mystery man.
B-Excellent. Send in the Architect.
C-Fantastic. send in the Armoursmith.
D-Bah. Send them all away.