Heavily armored and armed guards march into town. Infantry accompany the men and carry banners of Ressik. Behind the troops looms a dark figure on a horse as white at snow. The man is preceded by several Ressik banner men, all carting elaborate banners. The man is flanked by seven knights all wearing the red and white surcoats of the army of Ressik.
The crimson and white of Ressik is erected all around as the man surveys his new town. And trumpets blare as the knights encircle the tavern with the men. A tall figure dismounts and walks to the Dark figure on the pale white horse.
“The town is yours Field Marshal Douglas.” the large knight says.
“As prophesied.” the dark man replies with a sly smile across his lips. “Are there many left?”
The knight clears his throat uneasily, almost as if saying the words in his mind will hurt him somehow. “All… all of them remain my lord.” the man stammers.
The sly smile turns to a sneer on the Field Marshal’s face. “None of them have fled?!” the man asks, anger dripping from his words.
The larger knight involuntarily takes a step back away from his superior. “No my lord we have taken counts each night as ordered. None have fled.”
“Well then We will need to make that happen as ordered won’t we?” the man shouts loudly enough for all of the men to feel his anger.
The Field Marshal dismounts forcefully, draws his sword, and stares the knight down. Then he fixes his gaze on the door of the Shady Corners and angrily marches into the tavern. His soldiers follow from all entrances and anyone outside is kept out by a contingent of Armed Guards.
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Glimmer hears the commotion in the seating area of the tavern. She tells the cook in the kitchen she will be right back and pokes her head through the door. "May I get you anything to eat or drink?"