**Marius**

Marius foraged his way through the weapons and supply stores in the barracks.  He knew that a hungry army would not be a victorious army.  Therefore, Marius began to sort through the provisions, making sure that the new “Shepherds” had enough rations to get at the very least to the Eastern portion of Regna Ferox.

The cavalier peered around the room.  “Where in the world is everyone?”  Marius thought, since he had made an announcement for everyone to help out in the inventory.  “Kids these days.  When someone shouts out ‘Battle’, everyone and their brother are rushing into the fray.  But when there’s a call for inventory, everyone flees for the hills.  Hopefully sooner rather than later some of them will wander in.”

After Marius had made some headway into completing the inventory, he decided to take a short break, obtaining some hay and horse feed.  He headed toward the stables and gave the nourishment to his horse compatriot, Bucephalus.

“At least I can rely on you, Bucephalus.”  Marius told his horse, as if it could understand him.

Bucephalus paused from munching on the feed and lifted his head up toward his rider.  After glancing at him for a few seconds, he returned to feasting on this little treat.  After this little side trip, Marius returned to the barracks to continue collecting and organizing the inventory.