Roran smiled as he saw the old yet vivid man approach. "It has been too long General Beren! I heard my men call you Silvermane today! I don't think it's because of your beautiful horse though! Is that fat starting on your tummy?" Roran laughed, glad to be reunited with his mentor. "Heh! I heard that they called you the young Wolf! Better say the mangled Wolf! You're still as thin as a straw!" Roran escaped from the sturdy and manly hug. They looked at eachother for a while, before continuing at a high pace through the large city, on their way to the halls the king was temporarily residing. He had to wait here for more reinforcementes that had struggled to catch up, and where better than ina large reinforced city? Apart from the the king had taken a day's time to solve some other issues of the realm. Roran would be rewarded with land for his previous deeds, and finally officially join the Thianide class. He wondered where he would be stationed, although he knew the upcoming campaign would happen before that. He hoped it would't be too close to the frontlines so his lands wouldn't be subject to enemy raiders, as his village used to be. "Let's join the Old Wolf then! He's gathering the troops in the courtyard right now though, better hurry! "Oh really? I'm curious to see what my namesake the King will have for plans! Let's join them!" The 2 said, before arriving in the courtyard where an enormous amount of men was forced inside the usually large but now cramped courtyard.
"Mardithiaaaa!" the High Thians voice rose up above the armies racket, and in return, tens of thousands of voices replied.
"MARDITHIAAAA!" Voices which shook the shaking earth and split the trembling sky.
Roran joined the rising voices before he accompagnied Generel Beren towards the king. He was really curious and had learned from his previous experiences that the Majdalean empire had a very solid army. He couldn't wait to discuss the tactics with the Old Wolf. It seems my lands will have to wait for another day, we're already marching! That means the reinforcements should have arrived! Roran rushed towards the stables and prepared to join the King's army ion their march towards the Southern borders, where rivers of blood would stream in no less than a month.