Inside the large red-and-white tent, Marius takes a quick sip of his cup of red wine. He sighs as he finishes, placing it down on his table. It had been a long day for he and the troops, but yet they are just steps away from retaking the capital. All they need to do now was quickly rest here, scout out the area, and put a successful plan in motion. He already had sent scouts to scout around the area and already it has been several hours since they left the camp. He was getting more and more anxious by the minute, not to the fact that he feared of losing, no, but in finally taking back their beloved capital.  Yet in the midst of his thoughts, he remembers his most beautiful wife and his son, who are trapped within those very walls. It had been a long time since he had seen them and all the nightmares on losing them both haunted him through the days and weeks... lasting already for a little over a year. He and his army cannot afford to lose this important battle. As soon as he began to take another sip of wine, general Octavius came through the entrance of his tent and was kindly greeted by him. He always respected Octavius for his bravery as well as his skills in battle and honorable personality. 

"Ah! Octavius my friend," he answers back with a friendly gaze as he raises his cup, ""Anything to report regarding the guard positions in Chalcivitas?"