[b][u]Lieutenant Karras[/u][/b]

Milos had not delayed when he received the order to report in. Upon being offered a glass of brandy, he politely turned it down. He had never been one for alcohol, disliking the taste and never wishing to have his judgement clouded. Water had always been his preference.

When the captain had finished outlining the situation, the lieutenant nodded in understanding. Milos briefly wondered if he himself had been unwise in dividing his own unit to such an extent. He also wondered if he had been wise to send his senior NCO off with one of the Cornets. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it now, and besides, if the enemy had been spotted in the south then the Cornets were perhaps less likely to run into trouble up north, though that was not speculation he would stake his life on.

"Yes sir." The lieutenant said, after a few moments of consideration. "Though I do have one question. This enemy force - is there any rough estimation as to its size?" For all he knew, it could be anything from a scouting party to a vanguard of the main assault.

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After his question was answered, he saluted and immediately departed to the garrison, in order to introduce himself to his new subordinates and give them their orders.