[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color], Camp of the Hundred man force. [/h3][/center]
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Jehan disarmed in his tent, his squire and valets helping. During the short walk back, he had once again thought of how small and poor their force really were. These were not professional soldiers, they were peasants and little more. The good mood he had from the sparring was already gone. As his battle harness came off he felt light enough to fly. As Henri started to clean his armour one of his valets gave him a cup of wine and he headed outside to speak with Charles. 

[color=0054a6]"Charles"[/color] Jehan said as he approached the older man, who had also disarmed and sat on a bench next to the fire with all the archers who had finally shown up from wherever they had been. 

Charles looked up from the fire, [color=9e0b0f]"Aye?"[/color]

[color=0054a6]"How much cavalry does our force have?"[/color] Jehan asked then carried on, rambling questions, [color=0054a6]"How many lances, how many men-at-arms? Archers? Professional men?"[/color] With a sigh, he stopped himself. He was concerned, for if this force could not hold up, most if not all of them would end up dead and in reality; peasants or not, there was little point in dying when manpower was needed. 

Charles rubbed his chin as he thought, considering what he had seen. He was, according to Jehan, a most useful asset in any situation. He had an eye for details, and a good memory, he was handy in a fight and a good friend. [color=9e0b0f]"Lances. At least one."[/color] he said with a chuckle. [color=9e0b0f]"As for cavalry... Perhaps twenty if you include us, though most of them are very lightly armed. Men-at-arms, even less though I believe there is a fair number of professional or semi-professional fighting men though it does not pass half. Most men here barley know how to hold a spear the right way around."[/color]

Jehan drank from his cup, savouring the taste of the wine. It was definitely not the best, but it wasn't bad. He did not respond to Charles at first. The answer he had received had been expected but it did not improve his mood. At last he said [color=0054a6]"Very well, I'll think of a plan to survive this. Don't stay up all night, I need you all in top form in the morning." [/color]

Jehan returned to his tent. Henri sat at one end, polishing the breastplate. Jehan sat down on a stool, sipping his wine and observing his squire. Henri was a good squire, if a bit overzealous at times. [color=0054a6]"Nervous for tomorrow?"[/color] Jehan asked. 

Henri looked up from his work, [color=00a651]"Not yet."[/color] he said with a shrug. 

Jehan smirked, [color=0054a6]"Fair enough, just stay close tomorrow."[/color] As Henri finished his work and left to sleep Jehan sighed, trying to think of something that could win them the battle, or more likely, save as many men as possible in defeat. The commander could be damned for all he cared.