Pov General Theodore:
I was in the campaign tent at the gates still looking at all the information we have on the battle after the strategy meeting ended a few minutes ago.
"Something isn't right..." (I)
I looked at the magic maps with the simulation of enemy troop movements and their approximate numbers.
"They pushed too hard to approach the city, this is basically begging for a defensive battle, why?" (I)
I couldn't understand that, even if they had reinforcements the situation wouldn't improve, a defensive battle could last for weeks and our allies are closer, they could arrive in days.
I don't understand what they're doing, no matter how much they're underestimating us, no General or strategist would be so foolish as to come up with a plan like that, there must be something behind it.
"This is driving me crazy, I need a bottle of Infernal Alcohol." (I)
"You and those awful drinks, you old bastard." (Rodrick)
