"Is everything in place?" Looking into the distance, Julius fiddled with his ganulet and asked Octavius. Octavius looked around and took a deep breath.
"I have done all I can. Now we can only wait." Octavius clenched his fist in annoyance, "Waiting will be the death of me. Each day that passes leaves me anxious."
"He will come. We haven't received word to say otherwise. Magnus is properly gathering reinforcements after the losses from the previous battle." Octavius nodded in agreement.
"It's likely. Have the men ready at any time." Julius patted Octavius's shoulder and looked deep into his eyes, "I want this ended. Don't fail me, Octavius."
"I have no desire to." Octvaius deeply smiled, looking into the distance. Julius tapped his shoulder once again and walked off. Strolling down the long road, he saw his camp in the distance. The soldiers he passed all stood up and bowed towards him, with deep respect. Looking at them, Julius waved his hand, offering a friendly smile as he did.
