Alice sat in her tent cleaning her armor from the recent battle. As much as she would like to be with the other men drinking and enjoying the victory, she wanted to get her gear cleaned and ready so that she was ready for the next fight. She rested each piece on small tarp until she both her armor and weapons were clean. She took her time to go over her lance however. It wast long until it to was cleaned. "To think that we are supposed to work alongside bandits..." she muttered, lost in her memories.
"General Von Shmitt?" a voice called from the outside of her tent.
Alice stepped out, still garbed in her chain-mail underarmor. "Who the Devil- oh, Argus, apologies." She welcomed the Swordmaster with a slight nod. "To what do I owe the honor of your kindly visit?"
"General Issac wishes to see you in the morning before we march, and he asked me to deliver the message."
Alice nodded once more. "Understood. Assure him that I'll be there."
Argus nodded and left, And Alice returned to her tent. She checked over her armor and weapons once more before being satisfied that they were in top condition. With a sigh she let herself relax a bit. Tying up her hair into a simple tail and placing her iron axe upon a small holder on her back. Still wearing her mail she headed out to rejoice with her fellow soldiers, prepared for a fight if it came, but hoping it would wait until tomorrow.
Alice let out a laugh as yet another soldier fell into a drunken stupor in an attempt to out drink her. "Is there no man who can beat me?" she called out, laughing again once more. Her fellow soldiers cheered her on, although no new challenger appeared.
Raising her mug, she yelled out a toast. "A toast to our victory, and a toast to more that come!" she was greeted by an even louder cheer and smiling faces as everyone drank once again. It wasn't long until the rejoicing ended however and everyone headed back to their tents to sleep off their ale and wine. They all needed to get ready for the march in a few hours.
On the way back to her tent she bumped into one of the bandits that had ditched the fight and pillaged a nearby village during the fight. Before she even knew who it was she had laughed as the man nearly fell over.
"Watch we'r ya going wench!" the man shouted at her as he regained his balance. Alice grabbed him by his shirt and glared at him in dim light.
"I'll tell you this now, and ill only tell you once. I don't like you. I don't like your ratty little group. And i sure as hell will not be letting you talk to me like that. If not for your good graces with the king, id have killed you all by now. I am General Alice Von Shmitt, and you will treat me proper as a general."
For the first few moments, the man had a look of terror on his face until she had mentioned her name, but after that he seemed to be grinning a bit.
"Aye, yer probably be right about the kings favor, but i doubt yu'd survive a second encounter if you took us on again!"
As soon as the words left his mouth Alice became confused. Surely he wasn't talking of the red fangs? The man used her confusion to her advantage and kicked her square in the chest, pushing away and free of her grasp, and took off into the night. Alice stood, brushed off, and headed back to her tent deep in thought...