''Have my things been sorted out?"
"Yes, Your Grace .They're already loaded in the carriage.The army is just waiting the order to advance"
Alpheo gave no further reply, only shifted his stance, widening the gap between his legs so that his squire could more easily fasten the greaves around his calves. The sound of buckles clinking filled the tent mimicking the sound of preparation coming from outside.
The boy working on him was Doran, nephew to Lord Xanthios ,foisted onto him after the old vulture had begged a favor to have the lad serve under the Prince of Yarzat. Not that the boy was bad; far from it. Doran was competent, obedient, quiet.
Still, Alpheo missed when it was Ratto that fastened his armor.
