>>5942230>>5942251>>5943358>>5943367>>5943880You decided to tell Elana, in a serious tone.
-I generally consider that my servants must feed themselves when on campaign, foraging being the second nature of a good soldier, but you are no soldier but a fair maiden, and it would be unwise to leave you without sustenance. I shall give you a sum to buy an embarcation that the prisoners could use, aye. You will keep it on your person, since you seem to know about logistics. Do not give it to Ancel ! Even if, by experience, he must lead the mission. I know my Ancel, and if you give him money he shall spend it on whores and cheap beer, or, if he is better inspired, on some Anjou wine. Since I saw that you are a pious woman, and a serious one, you shall hold the strings of the purse, so to speak.
She nodded thanking you clearly, and telling.
-Thank you very much... And, Ancel, your companion, what class is he ?
She still spoke of him in a fearful tone, probably since he tried to have a rat eat her innards at their first encounter.
-I fear that he never attended school and is proudly illiterate.
So were you, but unfortunately circumstances forced you to give some of your precious time to this activity reserved for the clergy. She then answered.
-No, my lord, I mean, what is his specialty ? Is he a ranger ? An assassin ? A thief ?
-He is all of this at the same time, he does what I order him to do. He scouts for me. But if you have to give him a profession, his nickname comes from one, we call him Ancel le Purineur.
She looked at you, intrigued, and you understood that the Indian dialects could not translate french exactly, after all you sometimes had trouble understanding the locals too. Fortunately you did not doubt that in some years they will all speak a proper french, at least before you.
-The one who recolts the purin. The manure. He was very good at his job.
