Firstborn: Return of the heir

headquarters into a friendly counsel rather than yet another court.

“I still need to deal with some matters in the city and raise the second legion. If we want the war plan the patriarch forced on us to be successful, we can’t afford to waste time. I will leave you the orders, open them only if I fail to arrive at the southern provinces a week after you do so.”

A sudden commotion stopped the two friends from debating any longer. While the orders were abrupt, one couldn’t deny how rapidly all the legionaries jumped into action. One by one, entire groups of soldiers were packing their belongings up, before dismantling the entirety of the tents that each of the units used as housing.

It would only take a moment before the entire camp would turn into chaos.

“Let’s not waste any more time. Prepare yourself. I still need to fix all the damned paperwork so that our beloved patriarch won’t be able to skimp on the wages later on. We will meet at the wall once the legion starts its departure.”