20th March 1574
"Good job. How is the caravan going?"
Sitting at the table in the dining room of the Pilznian palace, I listened to the reports of the multiple messengers that connected me with both Tarnow and the caravan still on its way here.
Considering how we separated from the main force at the early morning on the day before, reaching the Pilzno took us only a few hours with no carriages slowing us down. Thankfully, the escaping few men of Peter's didn't dare to ride for the city but opted for escaping to their own town of Ropian, saving us the trouble of yet another skirmish at the gate.
