It was late in the night and Lord Grant was currently at his desk, to his right was a stack of parchment each one filled with bad news about the battlefront on his lands.
Every last one spoke of a piece of land that was taken, or of another death that occurred on the frontlines, so far House Ventrano lost a quarter of its novices, and as for normal soldiers, the numbers were about to reach five digits.
Worst of all it seemed that House Hauton noticed the lack of reinforcements from House Kurt so currently, they were making a big push into House Ventrano's territories.
At the rate that things were going, even if House Ventrano survived, it would take decades before they could recover their numbers, and worst of all most of their territories would be lost.
