Alexander woke up the next morning, got dressed as usual, and was very annoyed to find that the rain had not subsided one bit.
'Maybe I should start building a boat." He lampooned and then slowly made his made to the command tent.
He received the usual reports, the highlight of which was that each group was to get around twenty-five million tustas and then, as he dismissed them.
As everyone was leaving, Melodias, strangely asked for a private audience with Alexander, "Commander, this war has destroyed my group and left me with a paltry one-phalanx formation.
Facing such realities, I have decided that it is no longer possible for us to act as an individual group. Hence I formally ask to join your mercenary group."
'So what's why you were so jittery yesterday?' Alexander finally solved the little puzzle.
