Tapping your finger upon the table, you eventually look at the local officer. “We shall move south. An opportunity like this rarely presents itself.”

“I will send more ships down south then, make sure no one tries to move on you quickly.” Mundus responds as the remaining men voice out their affirmations.

“I will start getting my men prepared then. How long can your men hold ?” You question the local officer.

“We’ve thrown up some basic fortifications from the nearby woods. The Akeonians are trying to break down our rafts and the fortifications with everything they have. They seem to know that if they don’t push us out soon, things may not work out for them. From what reports I had received, we do not know their true numbers, but I am certain they know ours which is why they are so aggressive.” The local quickly explains the situation.

“I suppose I shall to push my horses.” You redirect your attention towards the holy knight. “Father, if you and your brothers could fly in the skies and give us some useful knowledge, that would be very much appreciated.”