The Reconnaissance Cavalry sent to the Old Town had yet to return, but Winters could no longer wait.
Fuller stared with wide eyes and speechless at the "Baron's servants" lifting out one heavy wooden box after another, taking out chain mail, breastplates, arm guards, and underskirts, and expertly helping each other don their gear.
There was even someone who excitedly brought over a set of horse armor, only to receive a glare from the Baron and sheepishly carry it back.
Winters was now desperately short of hands.
Even with Xial and Berlion joining later, his entourage never exceeded a dozen. After dispatching messengers and reconnaissance cavalry, they were even more shorthanded, leaving only Winters, Anna, Caman, Anna's personal nursemaid, and six guards in the inn.
Caman was in low spirits, unable to give any orders. The nursemaid was scared half to death and couldn't be of much help. The guards, tasked with perimeter surveillance, could only armor up in turns.
