"Deserted?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. That troubled him more than he would voice aloud. Recalled he could see, but he knew Georgicus as well as Phaedra, and Phaedra had been the only one who had come to their aid. They would either be dead or still under siege were it not for her. As he thought of this, he drank his jug of wine. The Boreas supped their drinks without watering it down, considered barbaric by many southern provinces, but from what he heard of Miravet women, they would like as not handle it, even considering how light they were. He noticed the lack of saluting when her second arrived, and he snorted lightly. Brasidas was a bit too tired to care, it was just funny at the moment. 

"I have around three hundred men guarding any festivities tonight. We'll see how my boys and your girls do together. We might have a long march ahead of us, depending on where we're to go next. I had thought we were going to Gildygon, but I haven't received proper orders in weeks." He explained to Phaedra as Eudoxia went to perform her duties. "I was hoping to see if the palace truly had the skeleton of a bahamut." 

Past the wagons, men laughed. Brasidas caught the sight of Arbela townsfolk now walking freely. He hoped none of his men took any homes that belonged to anyone still living, or he would hear about it in the morning. 

"If we don't go to Gildygon, we don't need the siege works." 

"The city would be difficult to take with our force, anyway." Phaedra added, placing her wine cup down with a clap. "It's not our orders that worry me..." 

"In two days time or less, my second will arrive," he told her, not cutting her off but wishing to say his thought before he lost it to exhaustion and wine. "Once he gets here, we should have just short of five thousand soldiers between us. Maybe we should head north and send a missive to Talcidus, or the Emperor," He leaned back against a pillar holding outcrop of a roof they had over their heads. "or even the Patriarch. I've heard he's visiting the Sagdolians." 

He shrugged and looked back at her, giving a handsign of apology, pointer finger and thumb pressing against the forehead above his ways and sliding his hand through the air toward her in a quick gesture. "What did you mean, worries you? Do you speak of Georgicus?"