March 2, 1901
	With that the generals left the chamber, confident as most Imperials are. The king then left his chair, almost ignoring the subjects trying to protest his new orders. He moved towards his son, who was still waiting in the wings, who just had to witness his father played the victim yet again. A look of understanding meet his sons eyes. The king took his son by the shoulders and led him down the hall,"I know what you must think, seeing the father you admired being brought so low by these foriegners, I wish I could say that it was the betterment of our people, but you know just as well as I that it would be a lie." The conversation led the pair into a room Gawel was not entirely familiar with, one filled with suits of armor, lances and muskets of old. "The truth is that these Imperials would endanger all that we held dear if we went against their 'benevolent guidance'. I know you are more than familiar with the old stories of our bravery and gallantry on the field of battle. When the Cavalry of Heaven was feared against all those who would be our enemies. We stood out as a nation by our bravery, by standing out against all equals."
Kajetan Klos then reached out to a gilded helmet standing on a podium, and in a silently ceremonious way, put on the helmet. "And that is what I hope to become in this war. It is what I know you will be one day as well, it's in our blood, your spirit, a nation. So this is what I will leave you with, so that you will not forget what you have." Gawel looked down and saw a necklace of the golden Drzewan eagle, a sight that he kept his eyes on as his father walked out of the room, mounted his horse with his generals, and rode to the train station with the rest of his men. The look on all of the soldiers as he rode by were those that Kajetan would be familiar with for all of the coming days, uncertainty.