The Count's tent was surrounded by rows of cavalry, a display of strength that caught Michael's attention.
"I want those heavy cavalry," he thought enviously.
"Thank you for coming despite your fatigue," Count Charles began. "Let us begin the discussion."
The room was tense as nobles exchanged furtive looks. Most were warriors by nature, ill-suited for negotiations. They relied on their aides to guide them.
Michael whispered to Baron Crassus, "Your Grace, the Count surely knows the extent of the damage we've suffered. We should demand 70% of the spoils from this campaign, in addition to retaining whatever our troops have claimed for themselves."
Count Charles's face darkened. "Seventy percent? That's outrageous! We've lost three knights, and there will be more casualties to come."
"Three knights?" one of the representatives interjected. "We lost 21 knights, including five lords! How will you compensate for those losses?"
