Godric was at the passage gate from the inner courtyard before Beorn had crossed even half the corridor. He had moved early, anticipated the need, and positioned himself where the report would be most efficient to deliver.
"The main gate is ours," he said.
He fell into step beside Beorn without breaking stride, eyes ahead.
"From then, the route outside is open. The last of them pulled off it before midmorning."
He kept pace, matching Beorn exactly.
"We lost four of the crown soldiers in the engagement. Their captain is dead."
Beorn kept walking, nodding idly to the report.
"And Coss's side."
"Eleven confirmed on the road. Three more withdrew wounded."
Beorn considered the number against the objective.
"I suppose the crown soldiers fought well."
"Barely," Godric said.
His tone did not change, it was simply a professional opinion.
"They didn't fight as a unit but broke at contact."
"Chances are they barely remember their training before being posted here."
