Luka walked along the corridor, heading to the breakfast hall just two buildings across from his sleeping quarters. He glanced back at Vaun, who followed two paces behind him to the right in her maid outfit.
He found the slight glimpse of her fair thighs when the breeze blew past was quite the delight for sore eyes.
'With the archers taking shape, I hope that Gerard handles the warriors and knights, then I can focus on gathering strong, talented individuals like Vaun, Luvia and Galatea to become my captains and generals...'
The situation was strange enough that he almost laughed. A few days ago, Babylon was on the brink of disaster, a dying border territory with damaged walls, exhausted old knights and a sickly heir whose life had already reached its limits.
Now that Amol is saved, the western pass will soon become its main source of income and the focus of defensive planning.
To do this, he needed Ironhold's supplies.
