19th March 1574 (early morning)
"I don't think its a good idea to worry about this. Some will travel to Tarnow first, and some will get directly to the Pilzno. With how deserted those two places are after we pulled out all the troops we could, I don't think there will be any problem with accomodating everyone. Worst case scenario, we will just invite everyone to our own place in both towns."
Grabbing Elia by her waist, I started moving towards our own tent, still standing in the same place, surrounded by the same circle of carts, as if the storm that happened barely a few hours ago, never affected its area.
In the end, I couldn't be bothered to even speak to Peter. I wasn't so pride driven to improve my mood by ridiculing him right now. We fought, he lost, and now he was going to pay for his crimes, with his own wealth. That was one of the reasons why I preferred to catch him alive.
