Lord Moren nods. "Go, then. Head beyond the citadel, to where the farms and peasants reside. There, you will find my steward. He shall assist you in mustering the soldiery. Your queen is already down there."
"Aye," you say, turning around and heading for the exit.
Moren calls after you, "Good luck, Inae Dirriman. For all our sakes, I hope you succeed."
"I do too," you mutter as you step through the great doors of the manor.
Into the sun and heat once more.
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You made a quick stop to the armory first, where you geared up.
Now dressed in your brigandine armor, you make for the mustering area. The heat is horrid, especially in such heavy armor. You keep your helmet off, clutching it under an elbow.
However uncomfortable in the heat, the armor brings with it a distinct advantage when addressing an army.
It carries an aura of respect.
No longer are you dressed in outdated armor. Now, you're dressed in Kroridian steel. Now, you look like a commander.
Soldier and peasant alike part as you pass through the streets. You make your way to the mustering post on foot.
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