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

Milos saluted. "Yes sir." He said again, and with that he walked out of the office. Originally he had intended to go to the garrison straight away, but then a last-minute thought occurred to him. He quickly made his way to his own office - a tiny and cramped thing, as he was after all only a Lieutenant. He pulled a sheet of parchment from one of his drawers, and began to write.

Less than a minute later, there was a message posted to his door, explaining he had been dispatched on a mission, and that should any of his men return before him they should take their reports directly to the Captain.

No sooner had the message been posted than Milos was once again on his way. First he hunted down the two Cornets, which he found at an officer's club - garrison duty had given them a great deal of free time, it would seem, but thankfully neither of them had had their first drink. "Cornets. I am Lieutenant Karras. We have been tasked with a scouting mission. I want your men assembled at the east gate within half an hour, where I will explain the situation in full. Any questions?"

"No, sir." Came the response, somewhat delayed by the surprise of their sudden assignment.

"Very good. Dismissed." And with that, Milos saw to the his own kit.

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Twenty-five minutes later, Milos's mount stood before the gate, the man himself mounted atop as he awaited the arrival of his new command. His horse was a dark grey, well-muscled and healthy despite the lengthy voyage, which had been named Diligence. He was equipped with a standard issue sabre, finely sharpened and in good condition. A pair of pistols were holstered at his belt, and another two holstered to his boot. There was a nine-inch dagger sheathed at his belt as well.

Though there was still five minutes to go, he hoped the two Cornets were the sort who preferred to arrive early.