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@Draconian !
"Fuck that Duchy and whatever they stand for. You think I give a lick the Duke of Turgall is standing up against the Grand Duke?" He laughed so hard he was spitting. Shaking his head, General Mordeth waved his gloved hand to shoo away the messenger. "Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy my drink? Can't get Serenian whisky everywhere." He belched. "Though maybe bottom eaters don't know better."
The smile Krah had given the messenger helped root the wormy feeling he had been traipsing on ever since being in his presence. He had heard alot about this man- how large he was, and powerful- and very commanding...
But also how very...
unpleasant. Sure, the whole army smelled of sweat, but this man also reeked of beer. He noted some of the blood stained adorning his army that he was still half wearing as the General enjoyed his meal. Seems he didn't bother to take the time to even keep his suit of arms cleaned.
Noticing the man hadn't left and was staring at him, he narrowed his gaze and threw the remaining bone of his hammock at the man's head.
"I thought I told you to get the fucking hell out of here."
The messenger grew dancy, debating whether he ought to abandon this mission-
"But sir.. General... This letter comes from the Grand Duke himself."
"Yeah, well, fuck the Grand Duke." The man belched again, slamming an angered fist onto the table. "Just put the letter down and get the hell out of my tent. You're speaking to a Genral- and the orders are to get the hell out of here- NOW!"
The messenger didn't need to be told twice. Though he might face the wrath of the Grand Duke for only partially delivering the message, he didn't want his head bashed in with the remaining plate of food he could hear the 'God of War' devouring as he left. Though he knew war wasn't a pretty thing... He had to wonder what good a man like that could really bring to the army. ANd the way he spoke...
Wasn't it blasphemy? Surely he had heard the man wrong...
No, he had to be drunk. Surely a man fighting for the Grand Duke would not speak so il-minded of! Either way, he was glad to be off, leaping onto the back of his messenger horse and preparing to leave the camp.
It was important news, that was for sure, but the approach of another caravan had his brows raised. Was that the flag of the church? Perhaps... perhaps if they were here, as warriors for the church to aid the General...
Maybe one of them would listen and deliver the message? After all, it was a pretty big deal...
Turgall would be their next target, after all - and they were very close to its borders.